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THE 


CHURCH  HYMN  BOOK, 


WORSHIP  OF  GOD 


"  In  Psalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing,  with 
grace  in  your  hearts,  to  the  Lord."— Col.  III.  16. 


IVISON,  ELAKEMAN,  TAYLOR  AND  COMTANY 
NEW  YORK  AND  CHICAGO. 

1872. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1872,  by 

EDWIN    F.    HATFIELD, 

In  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 


A.  B.   KIDDER'S  TrPOGRAPHT. 


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PREFACE 


The  Church  Hymn  Book  is  an  humble  contri- 
bution to  the  praise  of  God.  It  aims  to  promote  the 
spirit  of  praise,  and  its  offering  by  all  the  people,  in 
divine  worship. 

To  this  end  it  brings  together  a  great  variety  of 
the  most  useful  and  familiar  Hymns.  To  meet  the 
varying  tastes  and  preferences  of  all  sections  and  class- 
es, in  all  parts  -of  the  country,  the  number  is  quite  in 
advance  of  similar  compilations.  The  whole  range 
of  hymnology,  both  ancient  and  modern,  has  been  laid 
under  contribution  to  furnish  a  complete  Manual  of 
Peaise  for  the  use  of  the  Church.  Such  versions 
and  paraphrases  of  the  inspired  Psalms,  and  such 
Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  as  have  everywhere 
found  their  way  into  the  hearts  of  Christian  people, 
and  so,  very  generally,  into  almost  every  Psalm  and. 
Hymn  Book  now,  or  formerly,  in  use  in  Great  Brit- 
ain and  America,  have  been  incorporated  into  this 
Collection.  To  these  have  been  added  the  very  best 
productions,  in  large  number,  of  the  Sacred  Muse  of 
the  present  day. 


PREFACE. 

Constant  regard  has  been  had,  in  the  selection,  to 
lyrical  requirements  — "  Hymns,"  it  has  well  been 
said,  "  are  not  meant  to  be  theological  statements, 
expositions  of  doctrine,  or  enunciations  of  precepts ; 
they  are  utterances  of  the  soul,  in  its  manifold  moods 
of  hope  and  fear,  joy  and  sorrow,  love,  wonder  and 
aspiration."  They  are  devout  breathings  of  the  inner 
man,  in  the  celebration  of  the  praise  and  glory  of  God. 
Such  productions,  and  such  only,  to  the  exclusion 
mainly  of  all  others,  have  been  sought  and  appro- 
priated. This  design  has,  also,  given  form  to  the 
peculiar  Classification  of  the  Hymns,  as  seen  in  the 
Table  of  "  Contents," — a  Classification  covering  all 
the  demands  of  the  service  of  sacred  song,  and  pro- 
viding for  every  thing  that  is  usually  sought  in  such 
a  compilation. 

Great  care  has  been  taken  in  respect  to  the  purity 
of  the  text.  No  pains  have  been  spared  in  deter- 
mining both  the  authorship  and  the  date  of  each  pro- 
duction. The  number,  for  which  no  author  has  been 
found,  is  quite  small.  These  have  been  traced,  as  far 
as  practicable,  to  the  Collection  in  which  they  first 
appeared.  The  author,  when  known,  is  allowed  to 
express  himself  in  his  own  chosen  forms  of  speech. 
In  no  other  way  can  a  uniform  text  be  secured.  Many 
hymns  have  thus  been  restored  to  their  original  forms, 
and,  in  almost  every  instance,  greatly  to  their  advan- 


PREFACE. 

tage.  Even  in  cases  where  the  phraseology  might 
possibly  be  improved,  it  has  been  thought  best  to 
overlook  slight  variations  from  the  laws  of  good  taste, 
in  deference  to  the  author's  peculiar  idioms  and  shades 
of  thought.  Where  any  serious  alterations  have  been 
made  or  allowed,  the  fact  is  indicated.  To  meet  the 
exigencies  of  The  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,  of  which 
this  is  a  companion  volume,  some  stanzas  have,  in 
particular  cases,  been  omitted,  that  otherwise  would 
have  been  retained ;  and,  in  some  few  instances,  a 
good  Hymn,  also,  for  which  no  appropriate  place 
could  be  found.  But,  in  every  such  case  it  will  be 
seen,  it  is  thought,  that  an  equal  or  superior  produc- 
tion on  the  same  topic,  has  been  inserted.  The 
versions  and  paraphrases  of  the  Psalms,  for  the  same- 
reason,  are  intermingled  with  the  Hymns  ;  but  theii 
character  is  sufficiently  indicated  by  the  headings ;  and 
their  places  by  the  Index  of  Scripture  Texts. 

The  first  place  in  this  Collection  is  given,  as  is  meet, 
to  Isaac  Watts,  the  acknowledged  father  of  modern 
hymnology.  Five  generations  of  Christian  Wor- 
shipers have  fully  tested  the  value  of  his  sacred  songs, 
and  proved  their  worth.  No  collection,  that  is  not 
largely  composed  of  his  inimitable  productions,  can 
meet  the  demands  of  the  churches  of  Christ.  The 
Church  Hymn  Book  aims  to  include  whatever,  in 
his  ''Lyrics,"  as  well  as  in  his  "  Psalms  and  Hymns," 


PREFACE. 

is  regarded  as  of  permanent  value, —  such  as  posterity 
will  continue  to  cherish. 

To  these  are  added  the  choicest  productions  of  that 
master  of  sacred  song,  Charles  Wesley,  with  some 
of  the  best  hymns  of  Philip  Doddridge,  Anne 
Steele,  James  Montgomery,  and  John  Newton, 
constituting  with  the  selections  from  Isaac  Watts, 
three-sevenths  of  the  whole.  More  than  three  hun- 
dred other  authors,  the  best  in  the  language,  as  shown 
in  the  u  Index  of  Authors,"  have  contributed  to  the 
completion  of  the  Collection. 

EDWIN  F.  HATFIELD. 

New  York,  May  1,  1872. 


CONTENTS 


HYMNS.     PAGES. 
I.— PREFACE 3-G 

II.— HYMNS 1-1464         9-891 

I.— Hymns  of  Invocation 1—132  9—84 

1.  Morning  and  Evening 1--33 

2.  Lord's  Day 34—64 

3.  Sanctuary 65—132 

II.— Hymns  of  Adoration 133—345       85—212 

1.  The  Triune  God 133-161 

2.  The  Eternal  Father .' 1C2— 266 

3.  The  Son  of  God 267-311 

4.  The  Holy  Spirit 312-345 

III.— Hymns  of  Revelation 346—375     212—230 

IV.— Hymns  of  Salvation 376—544     230—335 

1.  The  Need  of  Salvation 376—390 

2.  The  Incarnation  of  Christ 391—417 

3.  The  Ministry  of  Christ 418—431 

4.  The  Atoning  Sacrifice  of  Christ 432—468 

5.  The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ  469—500 

6.  The  Royal  Priesthood  of  Christ 501—544 

V.— Hymns  of  Reconciliation 545-6S2     335—423 

1.  Pardon  offered ....545—606 

2.  Pardon  sought 607—643 

3.  Pardon  found 644—692 

VI.— Hymns  of  Commemoration 693—745     426—457 

VII.— Hymns  of  Aspiration 746—944     457—579 

1.  Of  Love 746—796 

2.  Of  Faith 797-831 

3.  Of  Hope 832—863 

4.  For  Divine  Fellowship 864—912 

5.  For  Divin,   Grace C13— 944 

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CONTENTS. 

HYMNS.     PAGES. 

VIII.— Hymns  op  Tribulation 945—1069     579—653 

1.  Spiritual  Trouble 945—  979 

2.  Afflictions 980—1069 

IX.— Hymns  of  Self-examination 1070—1091     653-866 

X.— Hymns  on  Church-Relations 1092—1281     666—777 

1.  The  Church 1092-1120 

2.  The  Ministry 1121—1141 

3.  Baptism 1142-1155 

4.  Covenant 1556—1167 

5.  Church  Fellowship 1163—1185 

6.  Declensions 1186—1190 

7.  Revival 1191—1206 

8.  Missions 1207-1259 

9.  Working   and  Giving 1260—1281 

XI.— Hymns  for  Special  Occasions 1282—1334     777—810 

1.  Erection  of  Churches 1282—1290 

2.  Festivals 1291-1307 

3.  Fast-Days 1308-1312 

4.  Sunday  Schools 1313—1317 

5.  The  Year  and  its  Seasons 1318—1334 

XII.— Hymns  on  the  Close  of  Probation.... 1335— 1383    810  —843 

XIII.— Hymns  of  Glorification 1389—1464     843— S91 

1.  The  Resurrection 1339—1396 

2.  The  Judgment 1397-1411 

3.  Heaven 1412-1464 

III. -DOXOLOGIES 892-89S 

IV— SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING 899—920 

V—INDEXES 921-971 

1.  Of  Subjects 921-931 

2.  Of  Authors 932—937 

3.  Of  Hymns 933-971 

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THE 


CHURCH  HYMN  BOOK 


I.-INVO  CATION. 

I.— MORNING  AND  EVENING. 
1  •  The  blessed  Trinity.  P-  M. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to  thee: 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ; 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

2  Holy,  holy  !  holy !  all  the  saints  adore  thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the 
glassy  sea ; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  thee, 
Which  wort,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holy !  holy  !  holy  !  though  the  darkness  hide  thee, 

Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  thy  glory  may  not 
Only  thou  art  holy:  there  is  none  beside  thee,  [see; 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy  !  holy  !  holy !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  thy  works  shall  praise  thy  name,  in  earth, 
and  sky,  and  sea : 
Holy  !  holy  !  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ; 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  !    Amen. 

Reginald  Hiber,  1827. 
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INVOCATION. 

9 

**  A  Morning  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and,  with  the  sun, 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise, 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  "Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart ! 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me,  whilst  I  slept; 
Grant,  Lord !  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake. 

4  Lord  !  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

G  Praise  God, from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thornai  Ken,  1697,  a. 

Q 

*J»  A  Morning  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove ; 
Thro'  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

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MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

3  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find. 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  need  to  ask, 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

-    To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord  !  in  thy  dear  love ' 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

John  Krb'r,  1827. 
A  Song  for  Morning  and  Evening.  L.  M. 

1  My  God !  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings,  from  thy  hand, 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


K 

*-*•  Daily  Duties. 

1  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 

O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine ! 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And,  when  to  heaven's  all  glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

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INVOCATION. 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name, 
Then,  Jesus  !  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pard'ni  ng  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour  !  while  I  rest; 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
OH  !  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

4  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus  !  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And,  from  death's  gloom,  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  1813,  a. 
Psalm  xix.  L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  morning !  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice, 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies ;  — 

2  Oh  !  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfill 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  will, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  Lord !  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes ; 

Thy  threatening  just,  thy  promise  sure, 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint,  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
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8, 


MORNING   AND   EVENING. 

Psalsi  cxli.  L.  M. 

1  My  God  !  accept  my  early  vows, 
Like  morning  incense  in  thy  house  ; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord ! 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  Oh !  may  the  righteous  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I  '11  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions,  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psalm  xvii.  L.  M. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  Oh  !  keep  me,  King  of  kings ! 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord !  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  Oh !  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ; 
Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

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9. 


10. 


INVOCATION.^ 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supptj  : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

Thomas  Ken,  1697,  a. 
Evening  Confession.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 
Oh  !  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gentle  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus  ;  his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God  ! 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

Anne  Steele,  1700. 
An  Evening  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 
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moe:n~ing  and  evening. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep,  — 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1703. 


11. 


Errninj  Hymn. 

1  S UN"  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear ! 
It  is  not  night,  if  thou  be  near ; 

Oh  !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise, 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes ! 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord  !  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick ;  enrich  the  poor, 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store; 
Be  every  mourners  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light ! 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take; 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love, 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

John  Eeble,  1827. 
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INVOCATION. 

19 

-*-  w  •  Jesus  sou.jhl  at  Evening.  L.  M. 

1  The  busy  scenes  of  day  are  fled, 

The  evening  shades  invite  to  rest ; 
May  I  repose  my  weary  head, 

Reclining  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

2  Jesus  !  to  thee  an  evening  song 

My  soul,  in  gratitude,  would  raise  ; 
Oh  !  could  I  mount  and  join  that  throng, 
I  'd  vie  with  angels  in  thy  praise. 

3  With  tears  of  joy,  I  'd  sing  the  God, 

Who  wept  and  groaned  and  died  for  me  ; 
Then  hide  beneath  that  precious  blood, 
Which  freely  flowed  on  Calvary. 

4  And  when,  at  last,  nor  sun,  nor  moon, 

Nor  stars  shall  light  the  pilgrim's  way, 
Let  angel  bands  convey  me  home 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day ! 


13. 


Anon.,  1841. 


"Splendor  j  aternae  Gloriae."  L.  M. 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  Brightness  of  thy  Father's  face, 
Thou  Fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse,  the  shades  of  night ! 

Come,  holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love ! 
Send  down  thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

Oh !  hallowed  thus  be  every  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

O  Christ !  with  each  returning  morn, 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  is  borne ; 
Oh !  may  we  ever  clearly  see 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  thee  ! 

Lat.,  Ambrose,  390. 


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MORNING  AND   EVENING. 
1  jl»  A  Morning  Sony.  C.  M 

1  Oxce  more,  my  soul !  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 
Once  more,  my  voice  !  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  that  rolls  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'T  is  he  supports  my  mortal  frame,  — 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  Great  God !  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasing  night. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


15. 


Grateful  Acknowledgment.  C.  M, 

1  Again,  from  calm  and  sweet  repose, 

I  rise  to  hail  the  dawn  ; 
Again  my  waking  eyes  unclose 
To  view  the  smiling  morn. 

2  Great  God  of  love!  thy  praise  I'll  sing; 

For  thou  hast  safely  kept 
My  soul,  beneath  thy  guardian  wing, 
And  watched  me  while  I  slept. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  eternal  Lord  ! 

Oh  !  teach  my  heart  to  pray, 

And  thy  blest  Spirit's  help  afford, 

To  guide  me  through  the  day. 

4  Let  every  thought  and  word  accord 

With  thy  most  holy  will ; 
Each  deed  the  precepts  of  thy  word 
With  pious  aim  fulfill. 
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INVOCATION. 

From  danger,  sin,  and  every  ill, 

My  constant  Guardian  prove  ; 
Oh !  sanctify  my  heart,  and  fill 

With  thoughts  of  holy  love. 

Anon,  1837. 
An  Evening  Song.'  C.  M. 

Now,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 

Let  incense  flames  arise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord !  to  offer  up 

Our  evening  sacrifice. 

Awake,  our  love  !  awake,  our  joy ! 

Awake,  our  hearts  and  tongue  ! 
Sleep  not,  when  mercies  loudly  call ; 

Break  forth  into  a  song. 

Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 

More  fleet  and  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require : 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  heart's  desire. 
Lord  of  our  time !  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  our  score  ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more  ! 

John  Mason,  1683,  a. 
Tlie  Twilight  of  Evening.  C.  M. 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 

In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 

Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

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MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day  ! 

M-fs.  Phoebe  H.  Brown,  1825. 
Psalm  4.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And,  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'T  is  sweet  conversing,  on  my  bed, 

"With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And,  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God !  my  faith,  my  hope,  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I  '11  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Evening  Twilhjht.  C.  M. 

1  Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! 
Begone,  disturbing  care  ! 
And  look,  my  soul !  from  earth,  away 
To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 
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INVOCATION. 

How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence, 

Before  bis  throne  of  grace, 
While,  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 

He  shows  his  smiling  face  ! 
How  sweet,  through  long-remembered  years, 

His  mercies  to  recall, 
And,  pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 

To  trust  his  love  for  all  ! 
How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky, 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 

To  his  fair  home  on  high  ! 
Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven, 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul,  in  life's  last  even, 

Retire  to  glorious  rest. 

Leonard  Bacon,  1845. 
Early  Morning.  7a. 

In  this  calm  impressive  hour, 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high  ; 
God  of  mercy !  God  of  power ! 

Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ,  thy  Son. 

With  the  morning's  early  ray, 
While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 

Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 
Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart: 

Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 

And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

Oh  !  what  joy  that  word  affords,  — 
"Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth;" 

King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 
Send  thy  gospel  heralds  forth  : 

Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 

Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1831. 
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MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

Repose  and  Devotion.  7b. 

1  Now,  from  labor  and  from  care, 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free  ; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer. 

Lord  !  I  would  converse  with  thee  ; 
Oh  !  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wroe, 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Naught  can  charm  me  here  below. 

But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice  ; 
Lord!  forgive,  thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quickening  power, 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise ; 
Oh  !  accept  my  song  of  praise. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1831. 
Christ,  the  Sun  of  Pdghteousness.  73. 

1  Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness. 

Brightest  beam  of  love  divine  ! 
"With  the  early  morning  rays, 

Do  thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 
And  dispel,  with  purest  light, 
All  our  long  and  gloomy  night. 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us,  forth  to  go ; 
Gladly  serve  thee  and  obey, 
All  our  life's  short  earthly  day. 

3  Thou,  our  only  hope  and  guide  ! 

Never  leave  us  nor  forsake  ; 
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INVOCATION. 

Keep  us  ever  at  thy  side, 

Till  th'  eternal  morning  break ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill, 
Onward,  upward,  homeward  still. 

Ger.,  Christian  Knorr  von  Rosenroth,  1684. 
Tr.  Jane  Bortliwick,  1862,  a. 

Evening  Contemplation.  73. 

1  Softly  now  the  light  of  day- 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord!  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Naught  escapes,  without,  within  ! 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord !  to  dwell  with  thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity  ! 
Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus  !  look  with  pitying  eye. 

George  W.  Doane,  1826. 
Tlie  Round  of  daily  Care.  7s. 

1  In  the  morning  hear  my  voice, 
Let  me  in  thy  light  rejoice  ; 

God,  my-  Sun  !  my  strength  renew, 
Send  thy  blessing  down  like  dew. 

2  Through  the  duties  of  the  day, 
Grant  me  grace  to  watch  and  pray ; 
Live  as  always  seeing  thee, 
Knowing, — Thou,  God !  seest  me. 

3  When  the  evening  skies  display 
Eicher  pomp  than  noon's  array, 
Be  the  shades  of  death  to  me 
Bright  with  immortality. 

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26. 


MORNING  AND   EVENING. 

4  When  the  round  of  care  is  run, 
And  the  stars  succeed  the  sun, 
Songs  of  prayer  with  praise  unite. 
Crown  the  day,  and  hail  the  night. 

5  Thus  with  thee,  my  God !  my  Friend ! 
Time  begin,  continue,  end, 

While  life's  joys  and  sorrows  pass, 
Like  the  changes  of  the  grass. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
Morning  Thanhs.  7a. 

1  Thou,  who  dost  my  life  prolong ! 
Kindly  aid  my  morning  song ; 
Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night, 
'T  was  thy  hand  restored  the  light ; 
Lord  !  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray ; 
Oh !  preserve  me  through  the  day ; 
Dangers  everywhere  abound, 

Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul,  thy  beams  display ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

Anon.  1831. 
Evening  Hymn.  8s  &  7a 

1  Saviour  !  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing ; 
Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
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INVOCATION. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee ; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 
Evening  Devotion.  8s  &  7& 

1  Hear  my  prayer,  O  Heavenly  Father ! 

Ere  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep  : 
Bid  thine  angels,  pure  and  holy, 
Round  my  bed  their  vigil  keep. 

2  Great  my  sins  are,  but  thy  mercy 

Far  outweighs  them  every  one  ; 
Down  before  the  cross  I  cast  them, 
Trusting  in  thy  help  alone. 

3  Keep  me  through  this  night  of  peril, 

Underneath  its  boundless  shade ; 
Take  me  to  thy  rest,  I  pray  thee, 
When  my  pilgrimage  is  made. 

4  Pardon  all  my  past  transgressions, 

Give  me  strength  for  days  to  come  ; 
Guide  and  guard  me  with  thy  blessing, 
Till  thine  angels  bid  me  home. 

Harriet  Parr,  1856. 
Lying  down  to  Rest.  8s  &  7& 

1  Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us; 
Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 
Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest. 
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30. 


MORNING  AND   EVENING. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes, 

Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers, 

In  thine  arms  may  we  repose. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1820,  a. 
Songs  in  the  Night. 

1  What,  though  my  frail  eye-lids  refuse 

Continual  watching  to  keep, 
And,  punctual  as  midnight  renews, 

Demand  the  refreshment  of  sleep  ? 
A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand ; 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 

Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

2  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  is  nigh  : 
And  songs  his  kind  presence,  indeed, 

Shall  in  the  night  season  supply  ; 
He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound ; 

His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 

The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

3  Kind  Author,  and  Ground  of  my  hope  ! 

Thee,  thee  for  my  God  I  avow ; 
My  glad  Ebenezer  set  up, 

And  own  thou  hast  helped  me  till  now  ; 
I  muse  on  the  years  that  are  past, 

\Vherein  my  defence  thou  hast  proved, 
Nor  wilt  thou  relinquish,  at  last, 

A  sinner  so  signally  loved. 

Augustus M.  Toplady,  1774. 
Angelic  Guardians. 

1   Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer  ! 

Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  thine! 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 
I,  sleeping  and  waking,  resign : 

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INVOCATION. 

If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 

And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend, 

And  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep  ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 

The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep  : 
Bright  seraphs  dispatched  from  the  throne, 

Fly  swift  to  their  stations  assigned, 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 

To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  worship  no  interval  knows  ; 

Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing  ; 
And,  while  they  protect  my  repose, 

They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King  : 
I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 

Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join ; 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 

Their  gracious  Creator,  and  mine. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1774. 
On  going  to  Rest.  S.  M, 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh !  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 

Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 
And  leave  my  soul  undressed. 

3  Lord !  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  me,  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And,  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
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MORNING  AND  EVENING. 

May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run  : 

5  That,  when  my  days  are  past, 
And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord  !  I  may  in  thy  bosom  rest,  — 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

John  Leland,  (?)  1799,  a. 
The  Day-Star.  S.  M. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

0  Day  Star  from  on  high ! 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 

Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh  !  let  thine  orient  beams 

The  night  of  sin  disperse, 

The  mists  of  error  and  of  vice, 

Which  shade  the  universe. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 

How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

Anon.  1741,  a. 
Ever  with  God.  S.  M. 

1  Still,  still  with  thee,  my  God ! 

1  would  desire  to  be ; 

By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee : 

2  With  thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 

And  calls  me  back  to  care ; 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  thee,  my  God !  in  prayer : 

3  With  thee,  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  thy  voice,  'mid  clamor  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart : 

4  With  thee,  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  ; 
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INVOCATION. 

The  setting,  as  the  rising,  sun 
With  thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  thee,  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose, 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 

6  With  thee,  in  thee,  by  faith 

Abiding  I  would  be  ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  thee.- 

James  Drummond  Bums,  1856. 

H.— THE  LORD'S  DAT. 
The  Lord's  Day  and  Public  Worship.  S.  M. 

1  Welcome  !  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day,  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay, 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Isaac  Walts,  1707. 
Sabbath  Enjoyment.  S.  M. 

1   Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 
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2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 
LorcVs  Day  Evening.  S.  M. 

1  Holy,  delightful  day — 

Day  of  divine  delight ! 
We  hailed  thy  gladsome  morning  ray ; 
We  bless  thine  evening  bright. 

2  Hath  not  the  Lord  been  sought  ? 

Hath  not  our  King  been  near  ? 
Hath  not  his  grace  new  wonders  wrought  ? 
Hath  not  his  house  been  dear  ? 

3  Have  we  not  given  him  there 

Our  passions  and  our  powers  ? 

Has  not  the  joy  of  mingled  prayer, 

Of  mingled  praise  been  ours  ? 

4  Was  it  not  sweet  to  talk 

Of  thy  dear  love  at  home  ? 
Yes,  sweet  abroad  with  thee  to  walk, 
And  back  with  thee  to  come  ? 

5  Dear  Lord  I  the  day  was  bright, 

Because  the  day  was  thine  ; 
This  full,  this  manifold  delight, 
Was  it  not  all  divine  ? 
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INVOCATION. 

6  Repeat  the  gladness  here  ! 
Fulfill  the  bliss  above  ! 
Thy  day,  the  everlasting  year, 
Th'  eternal  joy,  thy  love. 

Thomas  M.  Gill,  1860. 
The  Sabbath  in  the  Sanctuary.  7a. 

1  Safely  through  another  week, 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day  : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise  ; 

May  we  feel  thy  presence  near  : 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 
Her*  afford  us,  Lord  !  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

John  Newton,  1779,  a. 
The  God  of  the  Sabbath.  7s, 

1   Great  Creator  !  who  this  day 

From  thy  perfect  work  didst  rest, 
By  the  souls  that  own  thy  sway, 

Hallowed  be  its  hours  and  blest ;. 
Cares  of  earth  aside  be  thrown, 
This  day  given  to  heaven  alone. 
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40. 


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2  Saviour  !  who  this  day  didst  break 

The  dark  prison  of  the  tomb, 
Bid  ray  slumbering  soul  awake, 

Shine  through  all  its  sin  and  gloom : 
Let  me,  from  my  bonds  set  free, 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  thee  ! 

3  Blessed  Spirit,  Comforter  ! 

Sent  this  day  from  Christ  on  high, 
Lord  !  on  me  thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify  ; 
All  thine  influence  shed  abroad, 
Lead  me  to  the  truth  of  God. 

Mrs.  Julia  Anne  Elliott,  1835. 
The  holy  Day  of  Rest.  7s. 

1  Welcome,  sacred  day  of  rest ! 

Sweet  repose  from  worldly  care  ; 
Day  above  all  days  the  best, 

When  our  souls  for  heaven  prepare ; 
Day,  when  our  Redeemer  rose, 

Victor  o'er  the  hosts  of  hell : 
Thus  he  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 

Let  our  lips  his  glory  tell. 

2  Gracious  Lord !  we  love  this  day, 

When  we  hear  thy  holy  word  ; 
When  we  sing  thy  praise,  and  pray, 

Earth  can  no  such  joys  afford  : 
But  a  better  rest  remains, 

Heavenly  Sabbaths,  happier  days, 
Rest  from  sin,  and  rest  from  pains, 

Endless  joys,  and  endless  praise. 

William  Brown  (.?),  1822. 
The  Day  of  Days.  78. 

1  On  this  day,  the  first  of  days, 
God  the  Father's  name  we  praise ; 
Who,  creation's  Fount  and  Spring, 
Did  the  world  from  darkness  bring. 
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INVOCATION. 

2  On  this  day  th'  eternal  Son 
Over  death  his  triumph  won  ; 
On  this  day  the  Spirit  came 
"With  his  gifts  of  living  flame. 

3  Oh  !  that  fervent  love  to-day 
May  in  every  heart  have  sway, 
Teaching  us  to  praise  aright 
God,  the  Source  of  life  and  light. 

4  Father !  who  didst  fashion  me 
Image  of  thyself  to  be, 

Fill  me  with  thy  love  divine, 
Let  my  every  thought  be  thine. 

5  Holy  Jesus  !  may  I  be 

Dead  and  buried  here  with  thee  ; 
And,  by  love  inflamed,  arise 
Unto  thee  a  sacrifice. 

G  Thou,  who  dost  all  gifts  impart, 
Shine,  sweet  Spirit !  in  my  heart ; 
Best  of  gifts,  thyself  bestow  ; 
Make  me  burn  thy  love  to  know. 

Tr., Henry  Williams  Baker,  1861. 
The  Day  of  Praise.  7a. 

1  Thou,  who  art  enthroned  above, 
Thou,  by  whom  we  live  and  move  ! 
Oh  !  how  sweet,  with  joyful  tongue, 
To  resound  thy  praise  in  song  ! 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  sparkling  stars  arise, 
All  thy  favors  to  rehearse, 

And  give  thanks  in  grateful  verse. 

3  Sweet  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
When  devotion  fills  the  breast, 
When  we  dwell  within  thy  house, 
Hear  thy  word,  and  pay  our  vows ; 

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THE  LORD  S  DAT. 

Notes  to  heaven's  high  mansions  raise, 
Fill  its  courts  with  joyful  praise  ; 
With  repeated  hymns,  proclaim 
Great  Jehovah's  awful  name  ! 

From  thy  works  our  joys  arise, 
O  Thou  only  good  and  wise  ! 
Who  thy  wonders  can  declare  ? 
How  profound  thy  counsels  are  ! 

"Warm  our  hearts  with  sacred  lire  ; 
Grateful  fervors  still  inspire  ; 
All  our  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
Ever  in  thy  praise  unite. 

vs.  1,  2,  George  Sandys,  1648. 
Sabbath,  Evening.  7a. 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 
Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day ; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun, 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

Saviour !  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee  ; 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose, 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1843. 
Ps.u-ii  12.  L.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God.  my  King  ! 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 
Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh  !  may  my  hqart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  : 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 
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45. 


INVOCATION. 

4  Lord  !  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
The  Morning  of  the  Lord's  Day.  L.  M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul !  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds, 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  Oh  !  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  ; 

How  sweet  the  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

Joseph  Stennett,  1712. 
The  Lord's  Day  Morning.  L.  M. 

Hail!  morning  known  among  the  blest, — 
Morning  of  hope,  and  joy,  and  love, — 

Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest, 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above  ! 
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2  Blessed  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 

Who,  from  the  dead,  hath  brought  his  Son; 
Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored, 
And  everlasting  glory  won. 

3  Mercy  looked  down,  with  smiling  eye, 

When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead ; 
Faith  marked  his  bright  ascent  on  high  ; 
And  hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her  head. 

4  Descend,  O  Spirit  of  the  Lord! 

Thy  lire  to  every  bosom  bring; 
Then  shall  our  ardent  hearts  accord, 
And  teach  our  lips  God's  praise  to  sing. 

Italph  Wardlww,  1803. 
The  etsrnal  Sabbath.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  hear  our  vows, 
On  this  thy  day,  in  this  thy  house ; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 

The  songs,  which  from  the  desert  rise. 

2  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord !  we  love  ; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

3  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress. 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

4  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

5  O  long-expected  day  !  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rise  with  God. 

Philip  Doddridjc,  1737. 
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INVOCATION. 
»  Tiie  Bortfs  Bay.  L.  M. 

1  This  clay  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own ; 

Oh  !  let  us  then  his  praise  declare, 
Fix  our  desires  on  him  alone, 

And  seek  his  face,  with  fervent  prayer. 

2  Lord !  in  thy  love,  would  we  rejoice, 

That  bids  the  burdened  soul  be  free ; 
And,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Devote  these  sacred  hours  to  thee. 

3  Now  let  the  world's  delusive  things 

No  more  our  groveling  thoughts  employ ; 
But  faith  be  taught  to  stretch  her  wings, 
In  search  of  heaven's  unfailing  joy. 

4  Oh !  let  these  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  ! 

Be  to  our  lasting  welfare  blessed  ; 
The  purest  comfort  here  afford, 
And  fit  us  for  eternal  rest. 

William  H.  Bathurst,  1831. 
The  Close  of  the  Sabbath.  L.  JL 

1  Another  day  has  passed  along, 

And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb, — 
Nearer  to  join  the  heavenly  song, 
Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve, 

And  soft  the  sunbeams  lingering  there  : 
For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

3  The  time — how  lovely  and  how  still ; 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below, — 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, — 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

4  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love  ; 
And,  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 

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5  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, — • 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 
Psalm  US.  C.  M. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord !  descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  the  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men, 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
"Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains, 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ! 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

Psalm  122.  C.  M. 

1  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 

"Which  God  hath  called  his  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord !  how  fair ! 

Where  willing  votaries  throng, 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 
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Spirit  of  grace!  Oh!  deign  to  dwell 

Within  thy  church  below  ; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 

With  pure  devotion  glow. 

Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite, 
To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around 

Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 
Sabbath  Morn.  C.  M. 

1  How  sweetly  breaks  the  Sabbath  dawn 

Along  the  eastern  skies  ! 
So,  when  the  night  of  time  hath  gone, 
Eternity  shall  rise. 

2  How  softly  spreads  the  Sabbath  light ! 

How  soon  the  gloom  hath  fled ! 
So  o'er  the  new-created  sight 
Celestial  bliss  is  spread. 

3  What  quiet  reigns  o'er  earth  and  sea, 

Through  all  the  stilly  air  ! 
So  calm  may  we,  this  Sabbath,  be, 
And  free  from  worldly  care. 

4  Thus  let  thy  peace,  O  Lord !  pervade 

Our  bosoms,  all  our  days  ; 
And  let  each  passing  hour  be  made 
A  herald  of  thy  praise. 

5  This  peace  of  God — how  full !  how  sweet ! 

It  flows  from  Jesus'  breast ; 
It  makes  our  bliss  on  earth  complete, 
It  brings  eternal  rest. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1840. 


52. 


ClirisVs  Triumph,  over  Death.  C.  M. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light, 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 
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2  Oh  !  what  a  night  was  that,  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  world  in  gloom  ! 
Oh !  what  a  sun  which  broke,  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death ; 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 
With  his  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 
"While,  broke  beneath  his  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn, 
Which  scatters  blessings,  from  its  wings, 
On  nations  yet  unborn. 

Mrs.  Anna  Lctitia  Barhauld,  1772,  a. 


53. 


The  Resurrection  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  Sabbaths  let  us  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest ; 
And  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  this  day  of  rest. 

2  On  this  blest  day,  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  displayed, 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 

3  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought 

With  blood,  and  pains  extreme; 
'T  was  great — to  speak  the  world  from  naught— 
T  was  greater — to  redeem. 

Samuel  Wesley,  Jr.,  1736,  a. 
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'  The  First  Day  of  the  Week.  C.  M. 

1  And  now  another  week  begins, 

This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  ; 
This  day  he  rose,  who  bore  our  sins, — 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing  ! — 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 

3  We  '11  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise ; 

Their  joys  in  part  we  feel ; 
With  them  our  thankful  song  we  '11  raise, 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come,  then,  ye  saints !  and  grateful  sing 

Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord, — 
Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King, — 
Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  Word. 

5  Hail !  mighty  Saviour  !  thee  we  hail ! 

Who  fill'st  the  throne  above  ; 
Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We  '11  sing  thy  matchless  love. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809,  a. 
Evening  of  the  Lord's  Day.  C.  M. 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 

How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord  !  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 

And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

Increase,  O  Lord !  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 

The  Sabbath  ne'er  will  end : 
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4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine ; 
For  ever  feed  on  heavenly  fare, 
And  feast  on  love  divine  ; 

5  Where  we,  in  high  seraphic  strains, 

Shall  all  our  powers  employ, 
Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 
And  take  our  fill  of  joy. 

Simon  Browne,  1720. 
Sabbath  Evening  Hymn.  C.  M. 

1  We  thank  thee.  Father !  for  the  day, 

That,  robed  in  twilight  sweet, 
Doth  linger,  ere  it  pass  away, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  feet. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  its  healing  rest 

To  weary  toil  and  care ; 
Its  praise,  within  thy  temple  blest — 
Its  holy  balm  of  prayer. 

3  We  thank  thee  for  its  living  bread, 

That  did  our  hunger  stay  ; 
The  manna,  by  thine  angels  shed, 
Around  our  desert  way. 

4  Oh  !  grant,  that,  when  this  span  of  life, 

In  evening  shade,  shall  close,— 
And  all  its  vanity  and  strife 
Tend  to  their  long  repose, — 

5  We,  for  the  sake  of  him  who  died, 

Our  Advocate  and  Friend, 
May  share  that  Sabbath,  at  thy  side, 
Which  never  more  shall  end. 

Mrs.  Lydia  H.  Sigourney,  1850. 
»  Lord's  Day  Evening.  (J.  jl 

1  When,  O  dear  Jesus !  when  shall  I 
Behold  thee  all-serene, 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day, 
Without  a  veil  between  ? 

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INVOCATION. 

2  Assist  me  while  I  wander  here, 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Spare  me,  my  God  !  Oh  !  spare  the  soul 

That  gives  itself  to  thee; 
Take  all  that  I  possess  below, 
And  give  th}Tself  to  me. 

4  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father !  give 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 

John  CennicJc,  1743. 
Psalm  122.  C.  P.  M. 

1  The  festal  morn,  my  God !  is  come, 
That  calls  me  to  thy  sacred  dome, 

Thy  presence  to  adore ; 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 

And  tread  the  hallowed  floor. 

2  With  holy  joy  I  hail  the  day, 

That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away ; 

What  transports  fill  my  breast ; 
For,  lo  !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 

And  leads  me  to  his  rest. 

3  E'en  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes, 

The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise  ; 

E'en  now,  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
Th'  angelic  forms, — an  awful  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo !  the  redeemed  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring ; 
Here,  crowned  with  everlasting  joy, 
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In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongue3  employ, 
And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 

James  Merrick,  1765,  a. 
A  Sabbath  well-spent.  C.  P.  1L 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day.  of  days  the  best ! 
The  time  of  holy  mirth  and  rest ! 

To  God's  own  house  repair. 
To  hear  his  word  and  see  his  face, 
To  learn  his  will  and  sing  his  grace, 

To  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

2  This  is  employment  all  divine  ; 
My  soul !  the  blest  assembly  join, 

And  from  the  world  retire  ; 
Go,  bow  before  thy  Maker's  throne, 
Thy  risen  Saviour's  glories  own, 

And  fan  devotion's  fire. 

3  Forget  the  trifles  here  below, 
The  shining  heap,  the  gaudy  show, 

Vain  mirth  and  worldly  care3  ; 
On  wings  of  strong  devotion  rise, 
Pass  every  cloud,  pass  all  the  skies, 

And  soar  above  the  stars. 

4  To  God  direct  thy  steady  flight, 

Great  Fund  of  bliss,  and  Source  of  light, 

And  there  delight  thine  eyes ; 
View  every  shining  wonder  o'er, 
TVith  glad  transported  heart  adore, 

And  feast  in  paradise. 

Simon  Browne,  1720,  a. 
The  Hobj  Day  of  Rest.  7a  &  6a. 

1   0  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 
O  day  of  joy  and  light ! 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ! 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Sing  Holy!  Holy!  Holy! 
To  the  great  Three  in  One. 
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INVOCATION. 

On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth : 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 
Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  dry  dreary  sand ; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  our  promised  land  : 
A  day  of  sweet  refection, 

A  day  of  holy  love, 
A  day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above. 
To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 
New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest : 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son ; 
The  church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1853. 
Welcome  to  the  Sabbath.  7s  &  63. 

Thy  holy  day's  returning, 

Our  hearts  exult  to  see  ; 
And,  with  devotion  burning, 

Ascend,  our  God !  to  thee  ; 

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02. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

To-day,  with  purest  pleasure, 

Our  thoughts  from  earth  withdraw ; 

We  search  for  sacred  treasure, 
We  learn  thy  holy  law. 

2  We  join  to  sing  thy  praises, 

God  of  the  Sabbath  day  ! 
Each  voice  in  gladness  raises 

Its  loudest,  sweetest  lay  ; 
Thy  richest  mercies  sharing, 

Oh  !  fill  us  with  thy  love, 
By  grace  our  souls  preparing 

For  nobler  praise  above. 

nay  Palmer,  1865. 
Tlie  Sabbath  welcomed.  H.  M. 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ! 
I  hail  thy  kind  return ; 

Lord  !  make  these  moments  blest ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace! 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord !  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

0  Descend,  celestial  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  e'er  be  spent  in  vain. 

Hayward,  1806. 
\)Ot  The  Wonders  of  the  Sabbath.  H.  M. 

1  Awake,  our  drowsy  souls ! 

Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ; 
45 


64. 


INVOCATION, 

The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  noblest  songs  demand  : 
Auspicious  morn  I  thy  blissful  rays, 
Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined : 
Tli'  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
And  midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings  ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  ; 
"  Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign." 

4  Gird  on,  great  God !  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 
While  justice,  truth  and  love 

Maintain  the  glorious  war ; 
Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

5  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart ; 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
^Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Elizabeth  Scott,  1806. 
Morning  of  the  Lord's  Bay.  H.  M. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints !  awake, 
And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay : 
Come, bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blessed, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 
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65. 


66, 


THE   SANCTUABT. 

On  (his  auspicious  morn, 

The  Lord  of  life  arose, 
And  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes ; 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  his  love. 

Thomas  Cotter  ill,  1819. 


m.— THE  SAXCTUAEY. 

Psalm  84.  H.  M. 

1  Loud  of  the  worlds  above ! 

How  pleasant,  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  Oh  !  happy  souls  who  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hearl 
Oh  !  happy  men  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  and  happy  they, 
Who  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 
Oh !  glorious  scat,  when  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 

Isaac  Watts,  171$. 
Psalm  84.  H.  M. 

1  To  spend  one  sacred  day. 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy, 

Than  thousand  days  beside ; 
Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door,  than  shine  in  courts. 
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67. 


INVOCATION 

2  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  filled, 

"We  draw  our  blessings  thence ; 
He  shall  bestow,  on  Jacob's  race, 
Peculiar  grace  and  glory  too. 

3  The  Lord  his  people  loves ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  pious  souls  : 
Thrice  happy  he,  O  God  of  hosts ! 
"Whose  spirit  trusts  alone  in  thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psalm  43. 

1  Now,  to  thy  sacred  house, 

With  joy  I  turn  my  feet, 
Where  saints,  with  morning  vows, 

In  full  assembly  meet : 
Thy  power  divine  shall  there  be  shown, 
And  from  thy  throne  thy  mercy  shine. 

2  Oh  !  send  thy  light  abroad  ; 

Thy  truth,  with  heavenly  ray, 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 

And  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
I'll  hear  thy  word  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Here  reach  thy  bounteous  hand, 

And  all  my  sorrows  heal, 
Here  health  and  strength  divine, 

Oh  !  make  my  bosom  feel ; 
Like  balmy  dew,  shall  Jesus'  voice 
My  heart  rejoice,  my  strength  renew. 

4  Now  in  thy  holy  hill, 

Before  thine  altar,  Lord  ! 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 

The  glories  of  thy  word  : 
Henceforth,  to  thee,  O  God  of  grace  ! 
A  hymn  of  praise,  my  life  shall  be. 

Timothy  Dwight,  1800. 
43 


THE  SAJCTUAEY. 
()Oi  Psalm  49.  10s  &  lis. 

1  Oh!  praise  ye  the  Lord;  prepare  your  glad  voice, 

His  praise  in  the  great  assembly  to  sing : 
In  their  great  Creator  let  all  men  rejoice, 
And  heirs  of  salvation  be  glad  in  their  King. 

2  Let  them  his  great  name  devoutly  adore, 

In  loud-swelling  strains  his  praises  express, 
Who  graciously  opens  his  bountiful  store, 

Their  wants  to  relieve,  and  his  children  to  bless. 

3  With  glory  adorned,  his  people  shall  sing 

To  God,  who  defence  and  plenty  supplies  ; 
Their  loud  acclamations  to  him,  their  great  King, 
Through  earth  shall  be  sounded,  and  reach  to 
the  skies. 

4  Ye  angels  above!  his  glories  who've  sung, 

In  loftiest  notes,  now  publish  his  praise : 
We  mortals,  delighted,  would  borrow  your  tongue — 
Would  join  in  your  numbers,  and  chant  to  your 
lays. 

Nakum  Tate,  16S6. 
v)J.  Psalm  84.  10s  &  lis. 

1  How  honored,  how  dear,  that  sacred  abode, 
Where  Christians  draw  near  their  Father  and  God ! 
Mid  worldly  commotion,  my  wearied  soul  faints 
For  the  house  of  devotion, — the  home  of  thy  saints. 

2  Oh !  happy  the  choirs,  who  praise  thee  above ! 
What  joy  tunes  their  lyres  !  their  worship  is  love : 
Yet,  safe  in  thy  keeping,  and  happy  they  be, 

In  this  world  of  weeping,  whose  strength  is  in  thee. 

3  Though  rugged  their  way,  they  drink,  as  they  go, 
Of  springs  that  convey  new  life  as  they  flow : 
The  God  they  rely  on  their  strength  shall  renew, 
Till  each,  brought  to  Zion,  Ins  glory  shall  view. 

4  Thou  Hearer  of  prayer !  still  grant  me  a  place, 
Where  Christians  repair  to  the  throne  of  thy  grace : 
More  blest,  beyond  measure,  one  day  so  employed, 
Than  years  of  vain  pleasure  by  worldlings  enjoyed. 

4  49 


INVOCATION, 


The  Lord  is  a  sun ;  the  Lord  is  a  shield : 
What  grace  has  begun,  with  glory  is  sealed  : 
He  hears  the  distressed,  he  succors  the  just ; 
And  they  shall  be  blessed,  who  make  him  their  trust. 


70. 


71. 


Josiah  Cornier,  183 
The  Pleasure  of  Social  Worship.  fi.  M. 

1  How  charming  is  the  place, 

Where  my  Kedeemer  God 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy -scat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him,  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

G  Give  me,  O  Lord  !  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Samuel  Stemiett,  1772. 
Homage  and  Devotion.  S.  M. 

1  With  joy,  we  lift  our  eyes 

To  those  bright  realms  above, 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 
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72. 


THE   SANCTUARY. 

2  Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
O  thou  almighty  King  ! 

Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  While  in  thy  house  we  kneel, 
With  trust  and  holy  fear, 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

Tliomas  Jcrvis,  1795,  a. 
Need  of  the  Sabbath.  S  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  his  holy  house  ; 

And  this  his  festal  day, 
When  he  accepts  the  humblest  vows, 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven. 

4  We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness  ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  his  fold, 
To  pity  and  to  bless. 

5  Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  mouths  for  him  to  fill  ; 
And  he,  that  Israel  then  supplied, 
Will  help  his  Israel  still. 

Henry  Francis  Lijte,  1834. 

TO 

1  *J  •  Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth.  S.  M. 

1   Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  our  joys  be  known, 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

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INVOCATION. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We  're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


74. 


The  Temple  of  God.  S.  M. 

1  Loud  !  in  this  sacred  hour 

Within  thy  courts  we  bend, 
And  bless  thy  love,  and  own  thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend  ! 

2  But  thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod ; 
Nor  only  is  the  clay  thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

3  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky  ; 
Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

4  Lord !  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  thy  servants'  sight ; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 

Stephen  G.  Bulfinch,  1832. 
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THE  SANCTUABY. 
(  Oi  Claiming  the  Promise.  S.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

2  Not  in  the  name  of  pride 

Or  selfishness  we  meet ; 
From  nature's  paths  we  turn  aside, 
And  worldly  thoughts  forget. 

o   We  meet  the  grace  to  take, 

"Which  thou  hast  freely  given  ; 
We  meet  on  earth  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

4  Present  we  know  thou  art, 

But, Oh!  thyself  reveal! 
Now,  Lord  !  let  every  bounding  heart 
Thy  mighty  comfort  feel. 

5  Oh  !  may  thy  quickening  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove  ; 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

Cliarles  Wesley,  1740. 


76. 


Psalm  £5.  S.  M. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
"We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

53 


INVOCATION. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But,  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews. 
That  unbelieving  race  ;  — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  dressed, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear,  — 
"  You,  that  despised  my  promised  rest, 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
i    i  •  Pleasures  of  spiritual  Worship.  S.  M. 

1  How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join, 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine ! 

2  These  seasons  of  delight 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 
Like  rays  of  pure,  celestial  light, 
Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

3  Thus  may  our  joys  increase, 

Our  love  more  ardent  grow, 
While  rich  supplies  of  Jesus'  grace, 
Refresh  our  souls  below. 

4  But,  Oh  !  the  bliss  sublime, 

When  joy  shall  be  complete, 

In  that  unclouded,  glorious  clime, 

Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

Anon,  1829. 
Close  of  Worship.  S.  M. 

Once  more,  before  we  part, 
Oh  !  bless  the  Saviour's  name ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 
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78. 


THE  SANCTUARY. 


79, 


2  Lord  !  in  thy  grace  we  came, 

That  blessing  still  impart ; 
We  met  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  thy  holy  word 

Help  us  to  feed,  and  grow. 
Still  to  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practise  what  we  know. 

4  Xow,  Lord  !  before  we  part, 

Help  us  to  bless  thy  name  : 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

I  Hart,  1762,  a. 


Surrounding  the  Mercy  Seat.  8s  &  7i 

1  Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes  and  fond  desires. 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 

Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires ; 
From  the  Fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes  ; 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

2  "Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ?  — 

Every  pure  and  humble  mind  ; 
Every  kindred,  tongue  and  nation, 

From  the  dross  of  guilt  refined : 
Blessings  all  around  bestowing, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none  ; 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountain  of  his  throne. 

3  Every  stain  of  guilt  abhorring. 

Firm  and  bold  in  virtue's  cause, 
Still  thy  providence  adoring, 
Faithful  subjects  to  thy  laws, 

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80. 


81 


INVOCATION. 

Lord !  with  favor  still  attend  us, 
Bless  us  with  thy  wondrous  love ; 

Thou,  our  Sun  and  Shield,  defend  us; 
All  our  hope  is  from  above. 

John  Taylor,  1760. 
The  Spirit  sought.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Holt  Ghost  !  dispel  our  sadness, 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  sweetest  gladness ! 

Breathe  thy  life,  and  spread  thy  light : 
Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  ! 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more. 

2  From  that  height  which  knows  no  measure, 

As  a  gracious  shower  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 

Man  can  wish,  or  God  can  send : 
Author  of  the  new  creation ! 

Come,  with  unction  and  with  power ; 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation ; 

On  our  souls  thy  graces  shower. 

3  Manifest  thy  love  for  ever ; 

Fence  us  in  on  every  side  ; 
In  distress  be  our  Reliever ; 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 
Hear,  Oh  !  hear  our  supplication, 

Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace ! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation, 

With  the  fullness  of  thy  grace  ! 

Ger.,  Paul  Gerhardt ,1653. 

Tr.,  John  Christian  Jacobi,  1725. 

Tr.,  Augustus  31.  Toplady,  1776,  a. 

A  Benediction  implored.     •  8s  &  7a. 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 

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82. 


8 


9 


THE  SANCTUABY. 

Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other,  and  the  Lord; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Toys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
Waiting  for  the  Word.  8s,  7s  &  i. 

1  In  thy  name,  0  Lord !  assembling, 

WTe,  thy  people,  now  draw  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear,  — 

Hear  with  meekness,  — 
Hear  thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord !  to  thee ; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

Thee  thy  people  shall  adore ; 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceived  before ; 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
A  present  God.  8s,  7s  L  4. 

1  God  is  in  bis  holy  temple  ; 

All  the  earth  !  keep  silence  here ; 
Worship  him  in  truth  and  spirit, 
Reverence  him  with  godly  fear  ! 

Holy,  holy 
Lord  of  hosts,  our  Lord !  appear, 

2  God  in  Christ  reveals  his  presence, 

Throned  upon  the  mercy-seat : 
Saints  !  rejoice  ;  and,  sinners  !  tremble, 
Each  prepare  his  God  to  meet : 

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84. 


85. 


INVOCATION. 

Lowly,  lowly, 
Bow  adoring  at  his  feet. 

3  Hail  him  here  with  songs  of  praises ; 
Him  with  prayers  of  faith  surround  ; 
Hearken  to  his  glorious  gospel, 

While  the  preacher's  lips  expound ; 

Blessed,  blessed, 
They  who  know  the  joyful  sound  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1853. 
A  parting  Blessing  implored.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh !  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us,  evermore,  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

We  shall  surely 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Walter  Shirley,  1771. 


Seasons  of  Worship.  8s, 

1  Welcome,  days  of  solemn  meeting  ! 
Welcome,  days  of  praise  and  prayer ! 
Far  from  earthly  scenes  retreating, 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share ; 

Sacred  seasons ! 
In  your  blessings  we  would  share. 
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7a  &  4. 


86. 


87, 


THE  SANCTUAET. 

Be  thou  near  us,  blessed  Saviour ! 

Still  at  morn  and  eve  the  same ; 
Give  us  faith  that  cannot  waver  ; 

Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame  ; 
Blessed  Saviour ! 

Kindle  in  us  heaven's  own  flame. 
When  the  fervent  heart  is  glowing, 

Holy  Spirit!  hear  that  prayer: 
When  the  song  of  praise  is  flowing, 

Let  that  song  thine  impress  bear ; 
Holy  Spirit! 

Let  that  song  thine  impress  bear. 

Ancn,  1840. 
The  Spirit  and  the  Word.  8s,  7s  &  1 

Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit ! 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit ; 

Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed ; 
From  the  gospel, 

Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 
Oh !  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word 's  designed  to  give  ; 
Let  us  all,  thy  Jove  possessing, 

Joyfully  the  truth  receive ; 
And  for  ever 

To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

Jonathan  Evans,  1784. 
Close  of  Worship.  8s,  73  k  4. 

God  of  our  salvation  !  hear  us ; 

Bless,  Oh !  bless  us,  ere  we  go  ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 

Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow. 
Saviour  !  keep  us  ; 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven, 
Where  we  hope  to  see  thy  face ; 

Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven, 
All  that  might  obscure  thy  grace; 
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88. 


89. 


INVOCATION. 

Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 
As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 
To  our  endless  blissful  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come ; 

And,  when  dying, 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1803.  a. 
A  parting  Blessing.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing ; 

Bid  us  all  depart  in  peace ; 
Still  on  gospel  manna  feeding, 
Pure  seraphic  joys  increase. 

2  Fill  our  hearts  with  consolation ; 

Unto  thee  our  voices  raise ; 
When  we  reach  that  blissful  station, 
We  will  give  thee  nobler  praise. 

Edward  Smyth,  1774. 
A  Blessing  humbly  requested.  7a. 

1  Lord  !  we  come  before  thee  now : 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

Oh  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ;  — 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord !  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord !  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord  !  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

1  Send  some  message,  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 
GO 


90. 


91. 


THE    SANCTUARY. 

Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Those,  that  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Strong  in  faith,  in  love,  and  hope. 
Grant,  that  those  who  seek  may  find 
Thee,  a  God  sincere  and  kind : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

William  Hammond,  171c. 
A  Bay  in  the  Lord's  Courts.  7s. 

To  thy  temple  I  repair, 
Lord  !  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When,  within  the  veil,  I  meet 
Chrkt  before  the  mercy-seat. 
"While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue, 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  Eighteousness. 
"While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love  !  to  mine  attend  ; 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 
While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 
From  thy  house,  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 
'•  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

James  Montjomerj,  1312. 
The  Housi  of  God.  7s. 

Swi:et  and  holy  is  the  place, 

Where  the  light,  that  beams  from  heaven, 
Shows  the  Saviour's  smiling  face, 

With  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven. 

"  Ci 


92. 


9: 


INVOCATION. 

2  There,  with  one  accord,  we  meet, 

All  the  words  of  life  to  hear ; 
Bending  low  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Worshiping  with  godly  fear. 

3  Let  the  world  and  all  its  cares 

Now  retire  from  every  breast ; 
Let  the  tempter  and  his  snares 
Cease  to  hinder  or  molest. 

Thomas  Ilastingi,  1834. 
God's  Presence,  Ts. 

1  Light  of  life!  seraphic  Fire! 

Love  divine  !  thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 

2  Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 
Son  of  God  !  appear,  appear, 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

3  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Hooting  out  the  seeds  of  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  covet  nothing  less; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
Close  nf  Worship.  7s. 

1  Foil  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  then  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus  !  hear  our  humble  prayer  ; 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep  ! 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 
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94. 


95. 


THE  SANCTUART. 

3  In  thy  strength,  may  we  be  strong  •, 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
Give  us,  if  we  live,  ere  long, 
Here  to  meet  in  peace  again. 

John  Newton.  1779. 
Close  of  Worship.  7s. 

1  For  the  mercies  of  the  clay, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way, 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth  and  King  of  heaven ! 

2  Cold  our  services  have  been, 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin ; 
But  thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive  ; 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

3  While  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

4  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  thy  children  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 

James  Montgomery,  1853. 
Peace  through  the  Blood  of  Clirist.  7a. 

1  Now  may  He,  who,  from  the  dead, 

Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep  ! 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfill 

What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight ; 
Perfect  us  in  all  his  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 

3  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 

Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgivings  to  our  God. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
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96. 


0' 


INVOCATION. 

Psalm  122.  C.  M. 

1  On!  'twas  a  joyful  sound,  to  hear 

Our  tribes  devoutly  say  :  — 

"  Up,  Israel !  to  the  temple  haste, 

And  keep  your  festal  day  !  " 

2  At  Salem's  courts  we  must  appear, 

With  our  assembled  powers, 
In  strong  and  beauteous  order  ranged, 
Like  her  united  towers. 

3  Oh  !  ever  pray  for  Salem's  peace; 

For  they  shall  prosperous  be, 
Thou  holy  city  of  our  God ! 
Who  bear  true  love  to  thee. 

Nahum  Tate,  1C96. 
Psalm  122.  C.  M. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice,  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say,  — 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 
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98. 


99. 


THE  SANCTUAEY. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred,  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
God's  Presence  in  the  Sanctuary.  C.  M. 

1  Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 

And  in  thy  courts  appear  ; 

Again,  with  joyful  feet,  we  come 

To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 

2  "Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell : 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

John  Newton,  1779,  a. 
Psaxm  5.  CM. 

Lord  !  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; — 

Up  to  the  hills,  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting,  at  his  Father's  throne, 

Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 
5  G5 


INVOCATION. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  Oh  !  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
1UU.  Psalm  84.  C.  M. 

1  O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord ! 

How  lovely  is  the  place 
Where  thou ,  enthroned  in  glory,  showest 
The  brightness  of  thy  face  ! 

2  My  longing  soul  faints  with  desire 

To  view  thy  blest  abode ; 
My  panting  heart  and  flesh  cry  out 
For  thee,  the  living  God. 

3  Thrice  happy  they,  whose  choice  has  thee 

Their  sure  protection  made  ; 
Who  long  to  tread  the  sacred  ways 
That  to  thy  dwelling  lead. 

4  For  God,  who  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Will  grace  and  glory  give ; 
And  no  good  thing  will  he  withhold 
From  them  that  justly  live. 

5  O  Lord  of  hosts,  my  King  and  God  ! 

How  highly  blessed  are  they, 

Who  in  thy  temple  always  dwell, 

And  there  thy  praise  display! 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


THE  SANCTCAEY. 


101. 


102 


The  Spirit  sought.  C.  M 

1  In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord !  we  corac, 

To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh !  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice : 
Thy  face  and  favour,  Lord  !  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear, 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners,  Lord !  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

Joseph  Hoskins,  1788. 
Psalji  132.  C.  M. 

1  Arise,  O  King  of  grace  !  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits,  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

o  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows  ; 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread: 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 
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103 


INVOCATION. 

Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne ; 

And,  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 

And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


104 


Asking  the  Presence  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints  ! 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  till  thy  dwellings  here, 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 

A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say,  — 

Come,  great  Redeemer  !  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
The  Joys  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

•1   Come,  Lord  !  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue, 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Then,  to  the  shining  seats  of  bliss, 
The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradise 
Our  raptured  thoughts  explore. 
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THE    SANCTUABT. 

There  shall  the  folPwers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honors  to  his  name 

Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

Lord  !  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till,  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 

We  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


105. 


Psalm  63.  C.  M. 

1  Early,  my  God  !  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I  've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God !  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, « 

Can  my  best  passions  move ; 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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INVOCATION. 


106. 


Psalm  84.  C.  M. 

1  How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hosts !    how  dear 
The  pleasant  tabernacles  are, 
Where  thou  dost  dwell  so  near ! 

2  My  soul  doth  long  and  almost  die 

Thy  courts,  O  Lord !  to  see  ; 
My  heart  and  flesh  aloud  do  cry, 
O  living  God !  for  thee. 

3  Happy,  who  in  thy  house  reside, 

Where  thee  they  ever  praise ; 
Happy,  whose  strength  in  thee  doth  bide, 
And  in  their  hearts  thy  ways. 

4  They  journey  on  from  strength  to  strength, 

With  joy  and  gladsome  cheer, 

Till  all  before  our  God  at  length 

In  Zion  do  appear. 


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John  Milton,  1G48. 
The  Influences  of  the  Spirit  desired.  C.  M. 

1  Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift ! 

Behold,  thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  Oh  !  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift, — 

Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  Earnest  of  eternal  joy ! 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven ; 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

4  Diffuse,  0  God !  the  copious  showers, 

That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 
And  change  this  barren  wilderness, 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1736. 
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109. 


Psalm  27.  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires  ; 

Oh  !  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still : 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storm3  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around  ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Prayer  far  the  promised  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Enthroned  on  high,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Thy  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 
Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 

2  Though,  on  our  heads,  no  tongues  of  fire 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour !  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love  ! 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls — born  from  above — 
In  Christ,  that  we  may  live. 


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And  thou  wilt  turn  our  wandering  feet, 
And  thou  wilt  bless  our  way  ; 

Till  worlds  shall  fade,  and  faith  shall  greet 
The  dawn  of  lasting  day. 

Henry  Kirke  White,  1803. 


Evening  Worship.  C.  M. 

1  God  of  the  sunlight  hours  !  how  sad 

Would  evening  shadows  be, 

Or  night,  in  deeper  sable  clad, — 

If  aught  were  dark  to  thee  ! 

2  How  mournfully  that  golden  gleam 

Would  touch  the  thoughtful  heart, 
If,  with  its  soft,  retiring  beam, 
We  saw  thy  love  depart ! 

3  But,  tho'  the  gathering  gloom  may  hide 

Those  gentle  rays  awhile, 
Yet  they,  who  in  thy  house  abide, 
Shall  ever  share  thy  smile. 

4  Then  let  creation's  volume  close 

Though  every  page  be  bright; 
On  thine,  still  open,  we  repose 
With  more  intense  delight. 

Anon.,  1846,  a. 
Psalm  84.  C.  M 

1  My  soul !  how  lovely  is  the  place, 

To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'  T  is  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts,  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place  ; 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 
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4  There,  mighty  God  !  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

5  Lord  !  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

G  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 
And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 
I  'd  give  them  both  away. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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The  precious  Seed.  C.  M. 

1  Almighty  God !  thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Oh  !  may  it  grow  in  humble  hearts, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  r.nd  man 

Tiiis  holy  seed  remove  ; 
But  give  it  root  in  praying  souls, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy ; 
But  may  it,  in  converted  minds, 
Produce  the  fruits  of  joy. 

i  Let  not  thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 
To  raise  us  to  thy  throne, 
Return  to  thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  thy  Son. 

5   Great  God  !  come  down,  and  on  thy  word, 
Thy  mighty  power  bestow, 
That  all,  who  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Thy  saving  grace  may  know. 

John  Cawood,  1S25. 
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Benediction.  C. 

1  The  God  of  peace,  who,  from  the  dead, 

Hath  raised  our  dying  Lord, 
And,  through  the  covenant  in  his  blood, 
Our  souls  to  peace  restored ;  — 

2  Confirm  our  hearts,  in  each  good  work, 

To  do  his  perfect  will ; 
That,  made  well-pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Our  course  with  joy  we  fill. 

3  So  shall  we,  in  his  heavenly  courts, 

Hereafter,  ever  live ; 
And  to  his  name,  through  Jesus  Christ, 
Eternal  glory  give. 


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Eleazar  T.  Fitch,  1845. 


Psaxm  122.  S.  P.  M. 

1  How  pleased  and  blessed  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry,  — 

"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day !  " 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 

And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion !  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorned  with  wondrous  grace,     [round ; 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there : 
He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

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To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest ! 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase,  — 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 


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5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows  ;  — 
"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  ! " 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
And,  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


118. 


Psalm  93.  S.  P.  M. 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned ; 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 

©  ©  ©        " 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 

There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove ; 
Thy  saints,  with  holy  fear, 
Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psalm  84.  L.  M. 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts  !  thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God"; 
My  God  !  my  King !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys,  and  thee  ? 
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3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls,  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  strength ;  and  through  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

G  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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Psalm  84.  L.  M 

1  Great  God!  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs  ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace  ! 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  AH  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  witholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

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0  God,  our  King  !  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee  ; 
Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


121. 


The  Presence  of  Christ.  L.  If. 

1  Hovr  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  ! 
Dear  Saviour  !  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 
Ah  !  Lord  !  behold  us  at  thy  feet ;  — 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  Chief  of  ten  thousand !  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face  : 

Oh  !  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 


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1  Away  from  every  mortal  care, 

Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  seat. 

2  Lord  !  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

"We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  ascend  on  high ; 
And  prayer  brings  down  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 

4  If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grow  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word ; 
We  gird  the  gospel  armor  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 
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Or,  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies,  — 

Our  conscience  galled  with  inward  stings, 

Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise, 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. 

Father  !  my  soul  would  still  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side ; 
But,  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Psalm  63.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God  !  indulge  my  humble  claim. 

Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name, 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise ! 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  ties,  — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travelers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet,  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  saints  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  My  life  itself,  without  thy  love, 

No  taste  of  pleasure  could  afford  ; 

'T  would  but  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  banished  from  the  Lord. 

6  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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Psalm  117.  L.  AL 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  171&. 


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The  Enjoyment  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  I  ne  gon^ 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 

Fain  would  mine  eyes  my  Savioui  s^e , — ■> 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord !  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  tire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  ; 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blessed  Jesus  !  what  delicious  fare  — ■ 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

&  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine  ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  : 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  one, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
•  Before  Sermon.  L.  M. 

1  Thy  presence,  gracious  God !  afford ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 

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With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy ; 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father!  in  us  thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will : 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 


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The  ever-present  Saviour.  I..  M. 

1  Jesus  !  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy -seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found; 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee,  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care  ; 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

William  Cowper,  1769. 


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Benediction.  L.  M. 

1  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts: 


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2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
1Z«'<  Love  of  Christ  in  the  Heart.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell, 

By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ,  his  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709, 
lOU.  Hosanna.  L.  M. 

1  Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word  ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 

Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing ; — 

2  "  Hosanna  !  Lord  ! "  thine  angels  cry  ; 
"  Hosanna !  Lord ! "  thy  saints  reply ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  0  Saviour !  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  thy  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  thee. 

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So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Reginald  Heber,  1811. 


Psalm  100.  L.  M. 

1  With  one  consent,  let  all  the  earth 

To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise ; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise  : 

2  Convinced  that  he  is  God  alone, 

From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed ; 
"We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  Oh  !  enter,  then,  his  temple  gate, 

Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press ; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he 's  the  Lord,  supremely  good  ; 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure ; 
His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


Dismission.  L.  M. 

1  Dismiss  us,  with  thy  blessing,  Lord ! 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good ; — 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 

And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

Joseph  Hart,  17G2. 
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THE  TRINITY. 

II.-AD  ORATION. 

I. — THE  TRINITY. 
"  Te  Deum    laud  a  L. 

1  Thee,. thee  we  praise,  0  God! and  own 
That  thou,  the  Lord,  art  God  alone  ; 
Thy  praise  supreme  all  nature  sings, 
Eternal  Father  !  King  of  kings  ! 

2  All  angels  and  the  cherubim, — 

The  heavenly  host, —  the  seraphim. — 
Cease  not  to  cry, — "  Be  thou  adored, 
O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

3  The  heavens  and  earth  are  full  of  thee, — 
Thy  glory,  power,  and  majesty ; 

Th'  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs,  raise 
To  thee  their  loudest  songs  of  praise. 

4  Thy  holy  church,  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Exulting  owns,  with  hallowed  mirth, — 
Infinite  majesty  is  thine. 

Father  eternal !  Power  divine  ! 

5  Thee,  too,  0  Christ !  they  all  confess, — 
Thee,  King  of  glory  !  —  thee  they  bless  ; 
The  Father's  Son  thou  art  alone, — 
Partaker  of  th'  eternal  throne. 

G  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
Thy  saints,  with  all  the  heavenly  host, 
Confess,  proclaim,  extol,  adore, 
From  day  to  day,  for  evermore. 

Latin,  Ambrose  (?),  390. 
Tr.,  Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1871. 


The  Triune  God.  L   M. 

1  0  holt,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Bright  in  thy  deeds  and  in  thy  name, 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim  ! 


65 


ADORATION. 

O  Jesus  !  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, — 

Thine  be  the  hymn,  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

O  Holy  Spirit !  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 

Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heaven  ! 

O  God  Triune  !  to  thee  we  owe 
Oar  every  thought,  our  every  song ; 

And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue  ! 

James  Wallis  Eastbum,  1819. 


135. 


A  Song  of  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  L.  M, 

1  Blessed  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 

To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God  ! 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood  — 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

3  We  give  the  sacred  Spirit  praise. 

Who,  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe, 
Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God,  the  Father,— God,  the  Son,— 

And  God,  the  Spirit,  we  adore  ; — 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  shore. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


136 


Confessing  the  Trinity.  L.  M 

1   Great  One  in  Three  !  great  Three  in  One  ! 
Thy  wondrous  name  we  sound  abroad; 
Prostrate  we  fall  before  thy  throne, 
O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

86 


TUB  TRINITY. 

2  Thee,  Holy  Father !  we  confess  ; 

Thee,  Holy  Saviour  !  we  adore  ; 
And  thee,  O  Holy  Ghost !  we  bless 
And  praise  and  worship  evermore. 

3  Thou  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored  ; 

Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Great  Three  in  One  !  great  One  in  Three  ! 

1r>"T  Anon,  1858. 

O  i  •  Prayer  to  the  Trinity.  L.  M. 

1  Father  of  heaven  !  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 

To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son — incarnate  Word — 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, — 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah  ! — Father,  Spirit,  Son  !  — 
Mysterious  Godhead  —  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

J.  Cooper,  (?)  1810. 


138. 


Adoration  of  the  Trinity.  L  M. 

Blest  Trinity  !  from  mortal  sight 
Veiled  in  thine  own  eternal  light ! 
We  thee  confess,  in  thee  believe; 
To  thee  with  loving  hearts  we  cleave. 

O  Father!  thou  Most  Holy  One  ! 
O  God  of  God  !  Eternal  Son  I* 
O  Holy  Ghost !  thou  Love  Divine  ! 
To  join  them  both  is  ever  thine. 


ADOBATION. 

3  The  Father  is  in  God,  the  Son  ; 
And  with  the  Father  he  is  one ; 
In  both,  the  Spirit  doth  abide, 
And  with  them  both  is  glorified. 

4  Eternal  Father !  thee  we  praise ; 

To  thee,  O  Son !  our  hymns  we  raise ; 
O  Holy  Ghost !  we  thee  adore  ! 
One  mighty  God  for  evermore. 

Lat.,  Santolius  Maglorianus,  1680. 
Tr.,  Henry  Williams  Baker,  1861. 


139. 


Rejoicing  in  the  Trinity.  L.  M. 

1  All  ye  who  owe  to  God  your  birth  ! 

In  praise  your  every  hour  employ ; 
Jehovah  reigns  ;  be  glad,  O  earth  ! 
And  shout,  ye  morning  stars  !  for  joy. 

2  Blessing  and  honor,  praise  and  love, 

Co-equal,  co-eternal  Three ! 
In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 
By  all  thy  works  be  paid  to  thee ! 

3  Thrice  holy  !  thine  the  kingdom  is, 

The  power  omnipotent  is  thine  : 
And,  when  created  nature  dies, 
Thy  never-ceasing  glories  shine. 

John  Wesley,  1742. 


140. 


The  blessed  Trinity.  7&, 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

God  of  hosts,  eternal  King ! 
By  the  heavens  and  earth  adored !  — 

Angels  and  archangels  sing, 
Chanting  everlastingly 
To  the  blesse'd  Trinity. 

2  Since  by  thee  were  all  things  made, 

And  in  thee  do  all  things  live, 
Be  to  thee  all  honor  paid  ; 

Praise  to  thee  let  all  things  give, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 


THE  TRINITY. 

3  Thousands,  tens  of  thousands,  stand, 

Spirits  blest,  before  the  throne, 
Speeding  thence  at  thy  command ; 

And,  when  thy  commands  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

4  Cherubim  and  seraphim 

Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings  ; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 

To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

5  Thee,  apostles,  prophets,  thee, 

Thee,  the  noble  martyr  band, 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee  ; 

Thee,  the  church  in  every  land, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

6  Hallelujah!  Lord!  to  thee, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Godhead  one,  and  Persons  three  ! 

Join  with  us  the  heavenly  host, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1865. 
1 TC 1  •  The  Triune  Name. 

1  To  the  name  of  God  on  high, 
God  of  might  and  majesty, 

God  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea, 
Blessing,  praise,  and  glory  be. 

2  To  the  name  of  Christ,  the  Lord, 
Son  of  God,  incarnate  Word, 

Christ,  by  whom  all  things  were  made, 
Be  an  endless  honor  paid. 

3  To  the  Holy  Spirit  be 
Equal  praise  eternally, 

89 


ADORATION. 


U2 


With  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
One  in  name,  in  glory  one. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1868. 


Doxology.  7a. 

1   Hallelujah  !  joyful  raise 

Heart  and  voice,  our  God  to  praise ; 
Praise  the  Father ;  praise  the  Son ; 
Praise  the  Spirit ;  three  in  one  : 
Triune  God !  to  thee  be  given 
Praise  on  earth,  and  praise  in  heaven. 

Newman  Hall,  1857. 


143 


Glory  to  the  Triune  God.  7a. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, — 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven,  — 
Man,  the  well-beldved  of  heaven. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King  ! 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing ; 
Glad  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  adored  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord ! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, — 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love  ! 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, — ■ 
Christ  the  Father's  only  Son  ; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Jesus!   in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  Oh  !  take  our  sins  away  ! 
Powerful  Advocate  with  God ! 
Justify  us  by  thy  blood. 

G  Hear,  for  thou,  O  Christ !  alone, 
Art  with  thy  great  Father  one ; 
One  the  Holy  Ghost  with  thee; — 
One  supreme  eternal  Tliree. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 
90 


THE  TEINITT. 


144. 


Prayer  to  the  Trinity.  7a. 

1  Holt  Father  !  hear  my  cry ; 

Holy  Saviour  !  bend  thine  ear  ; 
Holy  Spirit !  come  thou  nigh  : 
Father !  Saviour  !  Spirit !  hear. 

2  Father  !  save  me  from  my  sin  ; 

Saviour !  I  thy  mercy  crave ; 
Gracious  Spirit !  make  me  clean: 
Father  !  Son !  and  Spirit !  save. 

3  Father !  let  me  taste  thy  love  ; 

Saviour  !  fill  my  soul  with  peace  ; 
Spirit !  come  my  heart  to  move  : 
Father  !  Son  !  and  Spirit !  bless. 

4  Father !  Son  !  and  Spirit !  —  thou 

One  Jehovah  !  shed  abroad 
All  thy  grace  within  me  now  ; 
Be  my  Father  and  my  God. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 


145. 


Worship  of  the  Trinity.  7s. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Self-existent  Deity ! 
By  the  hosts  of  heaven  adored, 

Teach  us  how  to  worship  thee : 
Only  uncreated  Mind, 

Wonders  in  thy  nature  meet : 
Perfect  unity  combined 

With  society  complete. 
All  perfection  dwells  in  thee, 

Now  to  us  obscurely  known, 
Three  in  one,  and  one  in  three, 

Great  Jehovah,  God  alone  ! 
Be  our  all,  O  Lord  divine ! 

Father  !  Saviour !  Vital  Breath  ! 
Body,  spirit,  soul  be  thine, 

Now,  and  at,  and  after  death. 

John  Ryland,  1730. 
91 


ADORATION. 


146 


The  Trinity  confessed.  '      C.  M. 

1  Hail  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Whom  one  in  three  we  know ; 
By  all  thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  thy  church  below. 

2  One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph,  we  proclaim  ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
And  speaks  thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father  !  we  confess  ; 

Thee,  holy  Son !  adore : 
And  thee,  the  Holy  Ghost !  we  bless, 
We  worship  evermore. 

4  The  incommunicable  right, 

Almighty  God  !  receive, — 
Which  angel  choirs,  and  saints  in  light, 
And  saints  embodied  give. 

5  Three  persons  equally  divine 

We  magnify  and  love ; 
And  both  the  choirs  ere  long  shall  join 
To  sing  thy  praise  above. 

6  Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  — 

Our  heavenly  song  shall  be,  — 
Supreme,  essential  One !  adored 
In  co-eternal  Three ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1767,  a. 


147. 


Praise  to  the  Trinity.  C.  M. 

1  Father  of  glory !  to  thy  name 

Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease : 
Our  lives  he  ransomed  with  his  own, 
And  died  to  make  our  peace. 

92 


U8 


THE  TEINITT. 

To  thine  almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given ; 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 

And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys, 

Through  nations  far  abroad. 

Isaac  Watts,  1720. 
Praise  for  Creation  and  Redemption.  C.  M. 

1  Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord ! 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God !   to  thee, 

And  send  them  to  thy  throne ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, — 
The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  —  and  we'll  adore  his  name  — 

That  formed  us  by  a  word ; 
*T  is  he  restores  our  ruined  frame  ; — 
Salvation  to  the  Lord ! 

1  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect"  the  voice, 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


149. 


Psalm:  14S.  S.  M. 

1  Let  every  creature  join, 

To  praise  th'  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heavenly  hosts  !  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams  ! 

And  moon,  with  paler  rays  ! 
Ye  starry  lights  !  ye  twinkling  flames ! 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 
03 


150 


ADORATION. 

He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 

By  all  his  works  above, 

His  honors  be  expressed ; 
But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 

Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

Father  of  lights  above ! 

Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thine  eternal  love, 

And  Spirit  of  thy  power. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


A  Song  of  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  8.  M. 

1  Let  God  the  Father  live 

For  ever  on  our  tongues ; 
Sinners  from  his  first  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  songs. 

2  Ye  saints !  employ  your  breath 

In  honor  to  the  Son, 
Who  bought  your  souls,  from  hell  and  death, 
By  offering  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praise 

Of  an  immortal  strain, 
Whose  light  and  power  and  grace  conveys 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 

That  seal  this  grace  in  heaven, — 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, — be 
Eternal  glory  given. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


151. 


Creating  and  redeeming  Love.  S.  M. 

1  Father  !  in  whom  we  live, 
In  whom  we  are  and  move, 
The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive 
Of  thy  creating  love. 
94 


THE  TRINITY. 

2  Let  all  the  angel  throng 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high, 
While  earth  repeats  the  joyful  song, 
And  echoes  through  the  sky. 

3  Incarnate  Deity  ! 

Let  all  the  ransomed  race 
Render  in  thanks  their  lives  to  thee, 
For  thy  redeeming  grace. 

4  Spirit  of  holiness  ! 

Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

5  Eternal  triune  Lord  ! 

Let  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record 
And  dwell  upon  thy  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1746. 


152 


Song  of  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  II.  M. 

1  We  give  immortal  praise 

To  God,  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above : 
He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done. 

2  To  God,  the  Son,  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  he  lives,  and  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God,  the  Spirit's  name, 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live: 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  tills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 
95 


ADOEATION. 

4  Almighty  God !  to  thee 

Be  endless  honors  done,  — 
The  undivided  Three, 

The  great,  mysterious  One! 
"Where  reason  fails  with  all  her*  powers, 
There  faith  prevails  and  love  adores. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
dO*  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  H.  M. 

1  To  him  that  chose  us  first, 

Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curse, 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
To  him  that  formed  our  hearts  anew, 
Are  endless  praise  and  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  shall  run 

Through  our  immortal  songs ; 
We  bring  to  God,  the  Son, 

Hosannas  on  our  tongues  : 
Our  lips  address  the  Spirit's  name, 
With  equal  praise,  and  zeal  the  same. 

3  Let  every  saint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  bless  and  love 

The  sacred  Three  in  One : 
Thus  heaven  shall  raise  his  honors  high, 
When  earth  and  time  grow  old  and  die. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
154.  Psalm  134.  H.  M. 

1  Come,  bless  Jehovah's  name, 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
Who,  day  and  night  proclaim 

His  grace,  with  glad  accord ; 
Within  his  house,  lift  up  your  song, 
And  swell  his  praises  loud  and  long. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands,  and  bless 

The  Lord  who  ever  lives ; 
9G 


loo. 


THE     TRINITY. 

And,  in  his  courts,  express 

The  joy  his  presence  gives; 
The  God  of  Zion,  from  above, 
Will  make  your  bosoms  glow  with  love. 

Your  hallelujahs  raise, 

To  Father,  Spirit,  Son; 
Extol,  in  loftiest  praise, 

The  great  eternal  One : 
Within  his  house,  lift  up  your  song, 
And  swell  his  praises  loud  and  long. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1837. 


Praise  to  the  Creator.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator! 

Praise  be  thine  from  every  tongue; 
Join,  my  soul!  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father.  Source  of  all  compassion  ! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  fcbe  God  of  our  salvatiou, 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him. 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise; 
Then  enraptured  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

5  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
Praise  him.  every  living  creature ! 
Earth  and  heaven's  united  host ! 

John  Fawoett,  1782,  a. 
7  97 


ADORATION. 


156 


Glonj  to  the  Triune  God.  8s  &  7a 

1  Glory  to  th'   almighty  Father, 

Fountain  of  eternal  love, 
Who,  his  wandering  sheep  to  gather, 
Sent  a  Saviour  from  above. 

2  To  the  Son  all  praise  be  given, 

Who,  with  love  unknown  before, 
Left  the  bright  abode  of  heaven, 
And  our  sin  and  sorrows  bore. 

0  Equal  strains  of  warm  devotion 

Let  the  Spirit's  praise  employ  ; — 
Author  of  each  pure  emotion  ; 
Source  of  wisdom,  peace,  and  joy. 

4  Thus,  while  our  glad  hearts,  ascending, 

Glorify  Jehovah's  name, 
Heavenly  songs  with  ours  are  blending; 
There  the  theme  is  still  the  same. 

5  Praise  and  glory  to  the  Father, 

Praise  and  glory  to  the  Son, 
Praise  and  glory  to  the  Spirit, — 
Ever  Three  and  ever  One. 

William  H.  Bathurst,  1831. 

1  V7 

X<J  %  •  "Make  a  joyful  Noise."  8s  &  7s. 

1  Music  !  bring  thy  sweetest  treasures, 

Dulcet  melody  and  chord, 
Link  the  notes  with  loveliest  measures, 
To  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

2  Wing  the  praise  from  every  nation, 

Sweetest  instruments  employ, 
Raise  the  chorus  of  creation, 
Swell  the  universal  joy. 

3  Far  away  be  gloom  and  sadness ; 

Spirits  with  seraphic  fire  ! 
Tongues  with  hymns,  and  hearts  with  gladness  J 
Higher  sound  the  chords,  and  higher. 

98 


158. 


THE  TRINITY. 

To  the  Father,  to  the  Saviour, 
To  the  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 

As  it  was,  is  now,  and  ever, 

Praise  in  heaven's  supremest  height. 

James  Edmeston,  1S37. 
The  glorious  Trinity.  6s  k  4a. 

Come,  thou  almighty  King ! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise : 
Father !  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days ! 

Come,  thou  incarnate  Word ! 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness ! 

On  us  descend. 

Come,  holy  Comforter ! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Sow  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er,  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence,  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

Charles  Wesley,  1757. 
99 


159. 


160, 


ADORATION. 

Praise  to  the  Three  in  One.  Gs  &  is. 

Father  of  heaven  above, 
Dwelling  in  light  and  love, 

Ancient  of  days, 
Light  unapproachable, 
Love  inexpressible ! 
Thee,  the  invisible, 

Laud  we  arid  praise. 
Christ,  the  eternal  Word, 
Christ,  the  incarnate  Lord, 

Saviour  of  all, 
High  throned  above  all  light, 
God  of  God,  Light  of  Light, 
Increate,  infinite ! 

On  thee  we  call. 

O  God,  the  Holy  Ghost! 
Whose  lires  of  pentecost 

Burn  evermore, 
In  this  far  wilderness, 
Leave  us  not  comfortless, 
Thee  we  love,  thee  we  bless, 

Thee  we  adore. 
Strike  your  harps,  heavenly  powers ! 
With  your  glad  chants  shall  ours 

Trembling  ascend: 
All  praise,  O  God !  to  thee, 
Three  in  one,  one  in  three, 
Praise  everlastingly, 

World  without  end. 

Edward  H.  Bkkcrstcth,  1871. 
Psalm  1:0.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below  ; 
Praise  the  holy  God  of  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show  : 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power ;     . 
100 


161. 


THE  TBI2TCTY. 

Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 
Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

Publish,  spread,  to  all  around 

The  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 

Him,  Lord  of  Hosts,  proclaim  ! 
Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string! 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 
All  the  powers  of  music  bring, — 

The  music  of  the  heart. 

Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing  ; 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  King : 
Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath  ; 

As  in  heaven,  on  earth  adored ; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath  ; 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

Augustus  21.  Toplady,  1753. 
Universal  Praise  to  the  Trinity.  7s  k  6s.  P. 


1  Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sins', 

Iii  every  time  and  place, 
Glory  to  our  heavenly  King. — 

The  God  of  truth  and  grace  : 
Join  we,  then,  with  sweet  accord, 

All  in  one  thanksgiving  join  : 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Eternal  praise  be  thine. 

2  Thee  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

In  choral  symphonies, 
Praise  by  day,  day  without  night, 

And  never,  never  cease : 
Anirels.  ami  archangels,  all 

Praise  the  mystic  Three  in  One : 
Sing,  and  stop,  and  gaze,  and  fall, 

O'crwhelmed  before  thy  throne. 
101 


ADORATION. 

Vying  with  the  heavenly  choir 
Who  chant  thy  praise  above, 

We  on  eagles'  wings  aspire  — 
,  The  wings  of  faith  and  love  : 

Thee  they  sing  with  glory  crowned ; 
We  extol  the  slaughtered  Lamb : 

Lower  if  our  voices  sound, 
Our  theme  is  still  the  same. 

Father,  God  !  thy  love  we  praise, 

Which  gave  thy  Son  to  die  : 
Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Alike  we  glorify : 
Spirit,  Comforter  Divine ! 

Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Till  we  in  full  chorus  join, 

And  earth  is  turned  to  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
II.—  THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 


162. 


Psalm  J  48.  L.  M. 

1  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell . 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  Mortals  !  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  sings  ? 
Oh  !  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings! 

3  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known : 
Loud  as  his  thunder,  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty,  as  his  throne. 

4  Jehovah  !  — 'tis  a  glorious  word  ; 

Oh  !  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ; 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 
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169 


1UE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord ; 

From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
O  •  Psalm  95.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King  ! 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste. 
To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past; 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

3  Oh  !  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  ! 
Down  on  our  knees,  devoutly,  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


164. 


Psalm  136.  L.  M. 

1  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise ; — 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong; — 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown ; 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When   lords  and   kings  are  known  no  more. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; — 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light,  - 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night: 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns   and  moons  shall   shine  no  more. 
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165 


ADORATION. 

5  He  sent  his  Son,  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong ; — 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat ; 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  1791. 
Psalm  100.  L.  M. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. 

Ye  nations  !  bow  with  sacred  joy : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, — 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker  !  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity,  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719,  a. 


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Psalm  100.  L.  M. 

1  All  people,  that  on  earth  do  dwell ! 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  ; 
Him  serve  with  mirth,  his  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  him  and  rejoice. 
104 


107. 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed ; 

Without  our  aid  lie  did  us  make ; 
We  are  his  flock,  he  doth  us  feed, 

And  for  his  sheep,  he  doth  us  take. 

Oh !   enter,  then,  his  gates  with  praise  ; 

Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto  ; 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always, 

For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

For  why?  the  Lord,  our  God,  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 

And  shall  from  a<j;o  to  a^e  endure. 

William  Kethe,  1562. 


Psalm  93.  L.  SL 

1  The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns, 

In  robes  of  majesty  arrayed  ; 
His  rule  omnipotence  sustains, 

And  guides  the  worlds  his  hands  have  made. 

2  Ere  rolling  worlds  began  to  move, 

Or  ere  the  heavens  were  stretched  abroad, 
Thine  awful  throne  was  fixed  above  ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  The  swelling  floods  tumultous  rise — 

Aloud  the  angry  tempests  roar, 
Lift  their  proud  billows  to  the  skies, 
And  foam  and  lash  the  trembling  shore. 

4  The  Lord,  the  mighty  God  on  high, 

Controls  the  fiercely  raging  seas ; 
He  speaks! — and  noise  and  tempest  fly; 
The  waves  sink  down  in  gentle  peace. 

5  Thy  sovereign  laws  are  ever  sure ; 

Eternal  holiness  is  thine; 
And,  Lord!  thy  people  should  be  pure, 
And  in  thy  blest  resemblance  shine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
105 


ADORATION. 


168 


Psalm  68.  L.  M. 

1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong. 
Crown  him,  ye  nations !  in  yonr  song ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides,  and  thunders  through  the  sky, 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high ; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace ! 

Ye  saints!  rejoice  before  his  face. 

3  Proclaim  him  King  ;  pronounce himblest ; 
He 's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest  : 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


109 


God's  Condescension.  L.  M. 

1  Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

2  God,  who  must  stoop  to  view  the  skies, 

And  bow  to  see  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  casts  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footsteps  downward  too. 

3  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs ; 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 
Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

4  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God ; 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 

5  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 

Such  condescension  to  perform ; 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  so  high 
Above  their  meanest  fellow-worm. 
10G 


THE   ETEE.NAL  FATHER. 


6  Oh !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heaven  our  songs  should  rise, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


170. 


171. 


The  Immutability  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Great  Former  of  this  various  frame ! 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name ; 
And  bow  and  tremble,  while  they  praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord!  with  unsurprised  survey, 
Saw'st  nature  rising  yesterday; 
And,  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun ; 

'  And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 
A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

4  But,  let  the  creatures  fall  around ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies : 

5  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


Psalji  100.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth !  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 

Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 

With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  't  is  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 
10" 


172. 


ADORATION. 

Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy; 

"With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 
The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  Unity  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  God!   almighty  Cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown ! 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws, 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 

Of  all  within  itself  possessed, 
Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands, 
Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blessed. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Spread  thy  great  name  through  heathen  lands  ; 

Their  idol  deities  dethrone ; 
Reduce  the  world  to  thy  command ; 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

Simon  Browne,  1720. 


173 


The  Lord  God  Omnipotent.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  is  King ;   child  of  the  dust ! 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just ; 
Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways ; 

Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

2  The  Lord  is  King ;  lift  up  thy  voice, 

O  earth  !   and,  all  ye  heavens  !    rejoice ; 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring, — - 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 
108 


m. 


THE  ETERNAL   FATHER. 

3  The  Lord  is  King!  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care, 

Or  murmur  at  his  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  his  royal  promises? 

4  Oh!   when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 

5  Alike  pervaded  by  his  eye, 
All  parts  of  his  dominion  lie; 

This  world  of  ours  and  worlds  unseen, 
And  thin  the  boundary  between. 

6  One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures; 

He  reigns, — and  life  and  death  are  yours ; 
Through  earth  and  heaven  one  song  shall  ring, 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King. 

Josiah  Condor,  1836,  a. 
Fsaxm  19.  L.  M. 

1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
Vrith  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes,  to  every  land, 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 


3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale; 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth : — 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings,  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

109 


ADORATION. 

5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice,  nor  sound, 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found? — 

G  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, — 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Joseph  Addison,  1728. 


175. 


176 


The  Majesty  of  God.  **■  M- 

1  Come,  0  my  soul !   in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise; 

But  Oh!  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme  ? 

2  Enthroned  amidst  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory,  like  a  garment,  wears; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines; 

His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame. 
Bear  the  great  impress  of  his  name. 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul !  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  words  applaud  the  song. 

Thomas  Blachlock,  1754. 


The  Wisdom  and  Knowledge  cf  God.  L-  M. 

1  Awake,  my  tongue!  thy  tribute  bring 
To  him,  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing; 
Praise  him,  who  is  all  praise  above, — 
The  source  of  light,  of  truth,  and  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge — how  profound  ! 

A  depth,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned; 
The  stars  he  numbers ; — and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  these  heavenly  flames, 
no 


THE  ETERNAL   FATHER. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand  thousand  charms  unfold ; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all-divine. 

4  But,  in  redemption,  Oh!  what  grace! — 
Its  wonders,  Oh!  what  thought  can  trace! 
Here  wisdom  shines  for  ever  bright: — 
Praise  him,  my  soul !  with  sweet  delight. 

vs.  1-3,  John  Needham,  17C3. 


177 


Psalm  145.  L.  M. 

1  My  God !  my  King !  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty,  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I  '11  proclaim : 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream, 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 

Let  every  realm,  with  joy,  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds : 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, — 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise. 

Imxc  Watt*,  1719. 
Ill 


ADORATION. 


178 


179. 


Psalm  93.  L.  M. 

1  Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might: 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But,  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, — 
Thyself,  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods,  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rasre  against  the  skies : 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! — 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure, 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  Divine  Perfections.  X.  M. 

1  Jehovah  reigns ;  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty  ; 

His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sisrlit. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face ; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join  ; 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  be  mine. 

Isaac  Walts,  1709. 
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THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 


180 


181 


Psalm  103.  L.  M. 

1  Bless,  O  my  soul !  the  living  God  ; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers,  within  me,  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul!  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise: 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot? 

3  'T  is  he,  my  soui !  that  sent  his  Son,- 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done : 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace: 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join, 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
The  Promises  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 
To  him,  that  earth's  foundations  laid: 
Praise  to  the  God,  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation,  as  he  please. 

2  Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word; 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 

3  Whence,  then,  should  doubts  and  fears  arise? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas!  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 

4  Oh !  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith! 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own ! 

8  11.3 


182. 


ADORATION. 

Then,  should  the  earth's  old  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Our  steady  souls  should  fear  no  more, 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Life-long  Praise.  L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life !  through  all  my  days, 

My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail; 
Joy  thro'  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But, Oh!  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, — 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies. 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
lOt).  The  Messed  Name.  L.  M. 

1  Sing-  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song; 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  your  voices  raise ; 
To  us  his  gracious  gifts  belong, 

To  him  our  songs  of  love  and  praise. 

2  For  life  and  love,  for  rest  and  food, 

For  daily  help  and  nightly  care, 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  for  he  is  good, 
And  praise  his  name,  for  it  is  fair: 

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THE   ETERNAL   FATHER. 


184. 


185. 


For  strength  to  those  who  on  him  wait, 
His  truth  to  prove,  his  will  to  do, 

Praise  ye  our  God,  for  he  is  great, 
Trust  in  his  name,  for  it  is  true: 


For  joys  untold  that  daily  move 

Round  those  who  love  his  sweet  employ, 

Sing  to  our  God,  for  he  is  love, 
Exalt  his  name,  for  it  is  joy: 

For  life  below,  with  all  its  bliss, 

And  for  that  life,  more  pure  and  high, 

That  inner  life,  which  over  this 
Shall  ever  shine,  and  never  die. 

John  S.  B.  Monsdl,  1863. 


The  Divine  Wonders.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  sons  of  men !  with  joy,  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound, 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, — 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light, 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  But,  Oh !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  Love: — 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

4  Thither,  my  soul !  with  rapture  soar ; 
There,  in  the  land  of  praise,  adore : 
This  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay — 
Demands  an  undeclining  day. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


Psalm  113.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  th'  almighty  King ! 
In  every  age  his  praises  sing; 
Where'er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nations  shall  his  praise  repeat. 
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ADORATION. 


2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 


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186 


Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare? 
His  glories — how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 


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4  Behold  his  love !  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do ; 
And  condescends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust,  and  cottages  obscure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor, 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  sons, 

And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  13S.  L.  M 

1  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue. 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song: 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried,  when  troubles  rose; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes; — 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  1113^  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I  '11  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord ! 
I  '11  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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THE  ETEEXAL  FATHER. 


187. 


188 


Psalm  103.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord, — how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 
How  firm  his  truth !  how  larire  his  srace ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Xot  half  so  high,  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, — 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far,  hath  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies; 
And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  But  his  eternal  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure : 
From  age  to  age,  his  truth  shall  reign ; 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Omnipresence.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  of  all  being!  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere ! 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near ! 

2  Sun  of  our  life!  thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope!  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  lon^  watches  of  the  ni^ht. 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine. 

117 


ADOItATION. 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above ! 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  thine  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee, 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

Oliver  Wendell  Holmes,  1848. 


189. 


Psalm  148.  C.   P.M. 

1  Begin,  my  soul !  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name; 
Lo!   heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels !  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around, 

His  boundless  mercy  sing: 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Let  every  element  rejoice ; 

Ye  thunders !  burst,  with  awful  voice, 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air! 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ ; 
Spread  his  tremendous  name  around 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 
.  The  general  burst  of  joy. 

John  Ogilvie,  1749. 
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190 


191 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

The  Love  of  God.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Mr  God !  thy  boundless  love  I  praise ; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below ! 
It  streams  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distill ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  But  in  thy  word  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sins  forgiven; 
There,  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

4  Then  let  the  love,  that  makes  me  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend! 

My  soul's  eternal  good. 

Henry  Moore,  1810. 
Psalm  146.  L.  P.  ML 

1  I  'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God; — he  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train: 

119 


192. 


ADOEATION. 

His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure; 
lie  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain ; 

He  loves  his  saints, — he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; — 

Thy  God!  O  Zion !  ever  reigns; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers: 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Tsaxm  9G.  L.  P.  M. 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name; 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there; 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light; 
His  beauties, — how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple, — how  divinely  fair! 

Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  i'eel  his  saving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name! 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And,  in  his  courts,  his  grace  proclaim. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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193. 


THE  ETERNAL  FATUEB. 

Psalm  33.  L.  F.  M. 

Ye  holy  souls !  in  God  rejoice ; 

Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice ; 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works    of  nature  and  of  grace; — 

How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true! 

Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves ; 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves; 

His  word  the  heavenly  arches  spread ; 
How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south ! 
And,  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth, 

Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 

He  gathers  the  wide-flowing  seas, — 
Those  watery  treasures  know  their  place, — 

In  the  vast  storehouse  of  the  deep; 
He  spake — and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
And  lires  and  seas,  and  heaven  and  earth, 

His  everlasting  orders  keep. 

Let  mortals  tremble,  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rane : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands ; 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  a^e  to  a^c 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


191. 


Psalm  113.  L.  P.  M. 

1  Ye  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord! 
The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless : 
"\Vhere'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams,  or  setting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 

2  Xot  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds; 

The  heavens  are  far  below  his  height; 
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195 


ADORATION. 

Lei  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Armed  with  his  uncreated  might. 

He  bows  his  glorious  head,  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things : 
His  sovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor; 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Our  Heavenly  Father. 

1  My  God!  how  wonderful  thou  art! 

Thy  majesty  how  bright! 
How  beautiful  thy  mercy-seat, 
In  depths  of  burning  light! 

2  How  dread  are  thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord ! 
By  prostrate  spirits,  day  and  night, 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  How  beautiful,  how  beautiful, 

The  sight  of  thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  wisdom,  boundless  power, 
And  awful  purity ! 

4  Oh  !  how  I  fear  thee,  living  God! 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship  thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

5  Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord! 

Almighty  as  thou  art, 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  this  poor  heart. 

G  No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 
No  mother,  half  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears  as  thou  hast  done 
With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

122 


THE  ETERNAL   FATHER. 

7  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  Reward! 
What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  thee. 

Frederick  Wm.  Faber,  1849. 
1 «/  0 .  The  Holiness  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King : 
"  Thrice  holy  Lord ! "  the  angels  cry ; 
"  Thrice  holy ! "  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

My  soul !  pay  to  thy  God ; 
Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

John  Needham,  1768. 


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Praise  to  God  from  all  Creat>ircs.  C.  M, 

1  The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

My  joyful  voice  shall  sing, 
And  Call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their  King. 

2  'T  was  his  right  hand  that  shaped  our  clay, 

And  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 
But,  from  his  own  immediate  breath, 
Our  nobler  spirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  powers  to  God, 

And  worship  with  our  tongues  : 
We  claim  some  kindred  with  the  skies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  songs. 

Icaac  Watts,  1707. 
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198 


ADOBATION. 
Psalm  18.  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  east 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim, 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And,  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  Hying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

Thomas  Sternhold,  1549,  a. 


199 


The  Divine  Glories  above  our  Reason.  C.  M. 

1  How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright 

Must  our  Creator  be, 
Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vast  infinity ! 

2  Our  soaring  spirits  upward  rise 

Tow'rd  the  celestial  throne, 
Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies  : 
But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  groveling  reason  lies  ! 

4  Lord !  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls, 

And  awfully  adore ; 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind 
Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more. 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 

Above  our  laboring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  song. 
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THE  ETERNAL  FATHEB. 


200 


201 


In  humble  notes,  our  faith  adores 

The  great  mysterious  King, 
"While  angels  strain  their  nobler  powers. 

And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Creating  Wisdom.  C.  M. 

1  Eticrxal  Wisdom!  thee  we  praise, 
•       Thee  the  creation  sings  ; 

With  thy  loved  name,  rocks,  hills  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight. 
Through  skies,  and  seas,  and  solid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad; 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder —  God. 

5  But  the  sweet  beauties  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine,  in  Jesus'  face, 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1705. 


Sovereignty  and  Dominion  of  God.  C.  >L 

1  Keep  silence,  all  created  things ! 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
2sor  borrows  leave  to  be. 
125 


ADORATION. 

Chained  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 

Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 

Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

My  God !  I  would  not  long  to  see 
My  fate  with  curious  eyes, — 

What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise : 

In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

May  I  but  lind  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706,  a. 


202 


God,  holy,  just,  and  sovereign.  C.  M, 

1  How  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 

Be  pure  before  their  God  ? 
If  lie  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  Mountains,  by  his  almighty  wrath, 

From  their  old  seats  are  torn; 
He  shakes  the  earth,  from  south  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

0  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise  — 
Th'  obedient  sun  forbears  : 
His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 
And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

4  He  walks  upon  the  stormy  sea, 
Flies  on  the  stormy  wind: 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  wray, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find. 

Isaac    Watte,  1709. 
126 


THE   ETERNAL  FATHER, 


203 


204 


God,  the  Thunderer.  C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts ! 

And  thou,  O  earth  !  adore  ; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 

There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  Think,  0  my  soul !  the  dreadful  day, 

"When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad. 

4  "What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do  ? 

He  once  defied  the  Lord; 
But  he  shall  dread  the  Thunderer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  Aug.  20,  1697. 


God's  eternal  Dominion.  C.  M. 

1  Great  God!  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
"Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears — 
Great  God  !  there 's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
"While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 
127 


205. 


206 


ADORATION. 

Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  arc  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Sovereignty  and  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  TriE  Lord !  how  fearful  is  his  name ! 

How  wide  is  his  command ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
llests  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  lights  his  awful  robe ; 
Whilst  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them  as  he  please. 

i  On  angels,  with  unveiled  face 
His  glory  beams  above ; 
On  men,  he  looks  with  softest  grace, 
And  takes  his  title,  Love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706,  a. 


Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  our  God,  is  clothed  with  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks, — and  in  his  heavenly  height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves  !  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  Ids  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night !  your  force  combine 

Without  his  high  behest, 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 
128 


THE  ETEKXAL  FATHEE. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations  !  bend,  in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs  !  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

Henry  Kirhe  White,  18G0. 


207. 


PsALir  95.  C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks,  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing ; 
The  Lord 's  a  God  of  boundless  might, — 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore ; 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  : 
Oh  !   may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace ! 

4  2s  ow  is  the  time ; — he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  lie  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 


208 


Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


P.SAX3I  148.  C.  M. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choirs  ! 

That  fill  the  realms  above ; 
Sing,  for  he  formed  you  of  his  fires, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praise,  ye  crystal  skies ! 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  your  twinkling  myriad  eyes, 
Before  your  brighter  God. 
9  129 


209 


ADOEATION. 

3  Thou  restless  globe  of  golden  light ! 

Whose  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  silver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrowed  rays. 

4  Thunder  and  lightning,  fires  and  storms! — 

The  troops  of  his  command, — 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  speak  his  awful  hand. 

5  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas  ! 

In  your  eternal  roar, 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise, 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

6  Thus  while  inferior  creatures  sing, 

Ye  men  !  with  sweeter  sound, 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King, 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 
The  Gentleness  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame ! 

We  own  thy  power  divine ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way, 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  them  that  seek  thy  face, 
And  mingles,  with  the  tempest's  roar, 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumult  cease  ; 
And  gales  of  paradise  shall  lull 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
130 


THE  ETEENAL  FATHER. 


210 


"  Te  Dcum  laudamus."  C.  M. 

1  O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess, 

That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  thee,  all  angels  cry  aloud ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Loth  cherubim  and  seraphim, 

Continually  do  cry  : — 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

"Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  lilled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway  ! 

i  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 
O  Lord!  confesses  thee, 
That  thou  th'  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1703. 


211. 


Psalm  89.  C.  M. 

1  TViTn  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  thee? 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine  ? 

3  Thy  words  the  raging  wind  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep  ; 
Thou  makest  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

131 


ADOEATION. 


212 


213. 


Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace ; 

While  truth  and  mercy  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  102.  C.  M. 

1  TrmouGH  endless  years,  thou  art  the  same, 

O  thou  eternal  God ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Formed  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

5  Our  children's  children,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God  ; 
To  latest  times  thy  favor  share, 
And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

Cento,  from  Tate  and  Watts. 


Psalm  145.  C.  M. 

1  Long  as  I  live  I  '11  bless  thy  name, 

My  King  !  my  God  of  love  ! 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  — his  power  unknown  ; 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
I  '11  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
132 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
Tiie  men,  that  hear  my  sacred  song, 

Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands  ; 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands. 

Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Isaac  Waits,  1719. 


211 


Endless  Praise.  C.  M. 

1  Yes — I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God! 

Through  all  my  mortal  days, 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  Xor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God: 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

3  Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 

Though  death  will  close  my  eyes : 
My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

4  There  shall  my  lips,  in  endless  praise, 

Their  grateful  tribute  pay : 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
And  an  eternal  day. 

Ottiwell  Henlnbotham,  17C3,  a. 


215. 


Creation  and  Providence.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 
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216 


ADORATION. 

Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 

And  speak  their  source  divine. 

From  thee,  the  breath  of  life  I  drew ; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains  ; 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 

My  brittle  frame  sustains. 

On  me  thy  providence  has  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays  ; 
Oh  !  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 

Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

All-bounteous  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart ; 

Oh !  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart, 

And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
Psaxm  111.  C.  M. 

1  Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  th'  eternal  Mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme, 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fixed  his  covenant  sure ; 
The  orders,  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endless  years  endure. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
134 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 
2  Li  •  Psalm  33.  CM. 

1  Rejoice,  ye  righteous  !  in  the  Lord  ; 

This  work  belongs  to  you  ; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word; 
How  holy,  just,  and  true! 

2  His  mercy,  and  his  righteousness, 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  wisdom  and  almighty  word 

The  heavenly  arches  spread  ; 
And,  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


218. 


PSALtt  115.  C.  M, 

1  Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all! 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  givest  the  mourners  rest. 

o  The  Lord  supports  our  tottering  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  servants  feel ; 
He  hears  his  children  cry ; 
And,  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

135 


219 


220 


ADORATION. 

His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere ; 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 

Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 

The  honors  of  their  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psalm  135.  C.  M, 

1  Awake,  ye  saints  !  to  praise  your  King, 

Your  sweetest  passions  raise  ; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord, — and  wwks  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth  and  sea  confess  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise ; 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  Ye  saints  !  adore  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honors  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719 ;  v.  4,  a. 
Psalm  89.  c.  M. 

1  My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 

The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 
And,  if  he  speaks  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 
13G 


THE   ETERNAL  FATHER. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jewish  throne  ! 
But  there  's  a  nobler  covenant  sealed 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies : 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

5  Lord  God  of  hosts  !  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thine  unchanging  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


221 


Psalm  89.  C.  M. 

1  The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  : 
Oh  !  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them  too  ! 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age,  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and  change  defy. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  for  ever  sure ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure. 

4  Thine  is  the  earth,  and  thine  the  skies, 

Created  at  thy  will : 
The  waves  at  thy  command  arise, 
At  thy  command  are  still. 

5  In  earth  below,  in  heaven  above, 

Who,  who  is  Lord  like  thee  ? 
Oh  !  spread  the  gospel  of  thy  love, 
Till  all  thy  glories  see  ! 

JTrnrjj  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 
137 


ADORATION. 


222 


Psalm  107.  C.  M. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we  '11  adore ; 
We  '11  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

Joseph  Addison,  1712,  a. 
Z  — 'J.  Psalm  111.  C.  M. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord ; — his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food ; 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promise  good. 
138 


224. 


225. 


THE  ETEENAL  FATHEE. 

His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  seal  his  covenant  sure ; 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name ; 
His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

Isaac  Waits,  1719. 


Psalm  34.  C.  }L 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all,  that  are  distressed, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh  !  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

.  "With  me  exalt  his  name ; 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  Oh  !  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ; 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
"Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  him,  ye  saints !  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight, — 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 


Nahum  Tate,  1696. 


Tharilcs  for  providential  Favors.  C.  M. 

1  "When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God ! 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts,  to  my  soul, 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

139 


226 


ADORATION. 

When,  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedless  steps,  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I  '11  raise : 
For,  Oh !  eternity 's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise ! 

Joseph  Addison,  1712. 


The  Goodness  of  God  in  his  Works.  C.  M. 

1  Hail  !  great  Creator,  wise  and  good! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise  ; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invites  us  to  thy  praise. 

2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view ; 
And,  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
With  transports  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star, 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night; 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn, 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways, 

Thy  varied  love  we  see ; 
Oh !  may  our  hearts,  great  God !  be  led 
Through  all  thy  works  to  thee. 

Anon. ,1725. 
140 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 


227 


228 


Psalm  66.  C.  ML 

1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

"Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 
Loud,  and  more  loud,  the  anthem  raise 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 
Loads  every  minute,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 

0  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
From  whom  salvation  flows, 
"Who  sent  his  Son,  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
"Which  lights,  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

TuTph  Wardlaxc,  1803. 


I 


Creation  and  Providence.  C.  M. 

1  I  sixg  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom,  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
lie  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

"Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye. 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

141 


ADOBATTOtf. 


220 


230 


There 's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

Isaac  Watts,  1715. 


Psalm  71.  C.  M. 

1  My  Saviour !  my  almighty  Friend  ! 

When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And,  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road ; 
And  march,  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I  '11  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King ! 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


God  is  Love. 

1  Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state, 
My  God !    thy  love  appears, 
With  the  soft  radiance  of  the  moon 
Among  a  thousand  stars. 


o 


Sinai,  in  clouds,  and  smoke,  and  fire, 
Thunders  thy  dreadful  name  ! 

But  Zion  sings,  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

142 


231. 


THE  ETEENAL  FATHER. 

In  all  thy  doctrines  and  commands, 

Thy  counsels  and  designs, 
In  every  work  thy  hands  have  framed, 

Thy  love  supremely  shines. 

Angels  and  men !  the  news  proclaim 
Through  earth  and  heaven  above, — 

The  joyful  and  transporting  news, — 
That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 

Anon.,  1800. 


The  Glories  of  Redemption.  C.  M. 

1  Father  !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, — 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And,  on  the  wings  of  every  hour, 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But,  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms, — 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess, — 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

C  Oh  !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 
In  that  immortal  song  ; 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 
143 


ADORATION. 


232. 


TJie  Wonders  of  God's  Love.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  humble  souls !  approach  your  God, 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
*T  is  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  divines t  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord  !  we  come, 

'T  is  here  our  hope  relies  ; — ■ 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
~Ot>.  Psalm  108.  CM. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  to  sound  his  praise, 

Awake,  my  harp !  to  sing ; 
Join,  all  my  powers  !  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God ! 

Above  the  starry  train  : 
Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

Joel  Barlow,  1786. 
144 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHEE. 


£0±»  PBAT.TVf  143.  C.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness, 
In  sounds  of  glory,  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high, — but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  "With  longing  eyes,  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  tills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  hind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints,  who  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
^tJtJt  Epjoicinj  in  God,  our  Father.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 
Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 
His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 
Not  thus  could  heaven's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

10  143 


236. 


ADORATION. 

4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift, 
His  bounteous  hands  bestow; 
And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love, 
Whence  all  those  comforts  How. 

Ottiwell  Hcginbotham,  1768. 
The  Love  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord ! 

And  lift  your  souls  above ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that —  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
Jesus,  the  Gift  of  gifts,  appears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  patience  lengthened  out 

To  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  effectual  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them  —  God  is  love. 

4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on, 

By  power  from  heaven  above; 
And  every  step,  from  first  to  last, 
Declares  that — God  is  love. 

5  Oh !  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 

George  Burder,  1734. 


237. 


Psalm  103.  S.  M. 

If  On!  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 
2  Oh !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 
146 


THE  ETEBNAL  FATHEB. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
He,  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  lie  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known  ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace, 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


238 


Sincere  Praise.  S.  M. 

1  Almighty  Maker,  God ! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories,  how  diffused  abroad, 
Through  the  creation's  frame ! 


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2  Nature,  in  every  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays  ; 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator,  too ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  .pay  the  worship  due. 

4  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend, 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  17C6. 
147 


ADORATION. 


239 


240 


God,  my  Creator  and  Benefactor.  S.  M. 

1  My  Maker  and  my  King ! 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe  ; 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, — 

On  thee  alone  I  live ; 
My  God  !  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

3  Shall  I  withhold  thy  due? 

And  shall  my  passions  rove  ? 
Lord !  form  this  wretched  heart  anew, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  love. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 
And  all  my  days  be  thine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
Exhortation  to  Praise.  8.  M. 

1  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  his  choice  ! 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord,  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh  !  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours  : 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed, 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 
148 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 


211. 


212 


Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, — 
The  Lord,  your  God,  adore, 

Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


God  present  every  where.  S.  ~SL 

1  God  of  almighty  power! 

How  glorious  are  thy  ways ! 
Angels  thy  majesty  adore, 

All  creatures  speak  thy  praise. 

2  Wherever  earth  is  fair, 

Or  brighter  worlds  extend, 
Almighty  Sovereign !  thou  art  there, — 
Creation's  Lord  and  Friend. 

3  Heaven  is  thy  glorious  throne, 

Earth  does  thy  footstool  seem ; 
But  souls  redeemed  thou  lov'st  to  own 
Thy  richer  diadem. 

4  And,  while  they  bless  thy  name, 

Hell  trembles  at  thy  rod  : 
Earth,  heaven,  and  hell  thy  power  proclaim ; 
All  things  proclaim  thee  God  ! 

A  non.  ,1858. 


Psalm  8.  S.  M. 

1  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King! 

Thy  name  is  all -divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When,  to  thy  works  on  high, 

I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies ; — ■ 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  ail  their  shining  forms, — 
Lord !  what  is  man.  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

149 


ADORATION. 

4  Lord !  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  Mm  so  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ; 
Of  dust  and  worms,  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
^40.  Psalm  148.  H.  M. 

1  Ye  tribes  of  Adam  !  join 

"With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 

To  your  Creator's  praise : 
Ye  holy  throng  of  angels  bright ! 
In  worlds  of  light,  begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun,  with  dazzling  rays  ! 

And  moon  that  rulest  the  ni<*ht ! 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 

With  stars  of  twinkling  light: 
His  power  declare,  ye  floods  on  high ! 
And  clouds  that  fly  in  empty  air ! 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 

By  his  supreme  command : 
He  spake  the  word,  and  all  their  frame, 
From  nothing  came  to  praise  the  Lord. 

4  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love  : 
While  earth  and  sky  attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise  his  honors  high. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
150 


THE  ETERNAL   FATIIER. 


2M. 


Psalm  143.  H.  M. 

1  Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy ! 

Exalt  your  Maker's  name ; 
His  praise  your  songs  employ 

Above  the  starry  frame : 
Your  voices  raise,  ye  cherubim 
And  seraphim  !  to  sing  his  praise. 

2  Let  all  adore  the  Lord, 

And  praise  his  holy  name, 
By  whose  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came ; 
And  all  shall  last,  from  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree  stands  ever  fast. 

Nahum  Tate,  169G. 


245 


Psalm  136.  EL  M. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  most  high, 

The  universal  Lord. — 
The  sovereign  King  of  khigs ; 

And  be  his  grace  adored : 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

2  He  saw  the  nations  lie 

All  perishing  in  sin; 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 

The  ruined  world  was  in : 
Thy  mercy,  Lord !  shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

3  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  foe : 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same  ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

4-  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God,  the  heavenly  King; 

151 


ADORATION. 


246. 


247, 


And  let  the  spacious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  sing: 
Thy  mercy,  Lord !  shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  97.  H.  M. 

1  TriE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty  : 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 

To  guard  his  holy  law  : 
And,  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  cursed  designs  : 
Strong  is  his  arm — and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees — his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend, — 
And  will  he  write  his  name, — • 

"My  Father  and  my  Friend?" 
I  love  his  name, — I  love  his  word; 
Join,  all  my  powers  !  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
Praise  from  all  Creation.  H.  M. 

Angels  !  assist  to  sing 

The  honors  of  your  God ; 
Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad  : 
152 


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THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

Come,  pour  the  trembling  notes  along, 
And  swell  the  grand  immortal  song. 

And,  ye  of  meaner  birth  ! 

Your  joyful  voices  raise ; 
Inhabitants  of  earth ! 

Your  great  Creator  praise : 
Let  your  hosannas  joyful  rise, 
And  shake  the  earth  and  pierce  the  skies. 

Anon.,  1830. 


Universal  Adoration.  II.  M. 

1  To  your  Creator.  God, 

Your  great  Preserver,  raise, 
Ye  creatures  of  his  hand  ! 

Your- highest  notes  of  praise  : 
Let  every  voice  proclaim  his  power, 
His  name  adore,  and  loud  rejoice. 

2  Let  every  creature  join 

To  celebrate  his  name, 
And  all  their  various  powers 

Assist  th'  exalted  theme  : 
Let  nature  raise,  from  every  tongue, 
A  general  song  of  grateful  praise. 

3  But,  Oh  !  from  human  tongues 

Should  nobler  praises  flow; 
And  every  thankful  heart 

With  warm  devotion  glow  : 
Your  voices  raise,  ye  highly  blest ! 
Above  the  rest  declare  his  praise. 

i  Assist  me,  gracious  God  ! 

My  heart,  my  voice  inspire ; 
Then  shall  I  grateful  join 

The  universal  choir : 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  heart,  my  tongue, 
And  tune  my  song  to  lively  praise. 

Anne  Steele,  17C0. 
153 


ADOKATION. 


249. 


Psalm  143.  8s  &  73. 

1  Praise  the  Lord;  ye  heavens!  adore  him; 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height! 
Sun  and  moon !  rejoice  before  him ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws,  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  Iris  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  !  his  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation  ! 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name. 

John  Kempthornc,  1810. 


250 


Praise  for  Grace.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Lord  !  with  glowing  heart  I  '11  praise  thee 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows ; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 
And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows. 

2  Help,  O  Lord !  my  weak  endeavor ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

3  Praise,  my  soul !  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away. 

4  Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 
154 


251. 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

Lord  !  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 
Vainly  would  my  lips  express : 

Low  before  thy  footstep  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 

Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  pleasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise; 

And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth,  thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key,  1826. 


The  Divine  Glory.  8s  &  7a. 

1  "  Lord  !  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored ; 
Unto  thee  be  glory  given, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !  " 

2  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing ; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, — 
"  Holy,  holy,  holy ! "  singing, 

"  Lord  of  hosts  !  the  Lord  most  high  !" 

3  Ever  thus  in  God's  high  praises, 

Brethren  !  let  our  tongues  unite ; 
Chief  the  heart  when  duty  raises 
God-ward  at  his  mystic  rite. 

4  "With  his  seraph  train  before  him, 

With  his  holy  church  below, 
Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow. 

Fdchard  Mant,  1823. 


252 


The  Fountain  of  Grace.  8s  &  7a, 

1  Blessed  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel ! 

Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord : 
Blessed  thy  majesty  for  ever ! 
Ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

2  Thine,  0  Lord!  are  power  and  greatness, 

Glory,  victory,  are  thine  own ; 
All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 
Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 
155 


25? 


ADORATION. 

Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honor, 
Power  and  might  to  thee  belong; 

Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

Lord,  our  God !  for  these  thy  bounties, 
Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 

To  thy  name,  for  ever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise. 

Henry  U.  Onderdonlc,  1327. 


*-'•  Praise,  to  Jehovah.  £3  &  7s. 

1  Saints  !  with  pious  zeal  attending, 

Now  a  grateful  tribute  raise ; 
Joyful  songs,  to  heaven  ascending, 
Join  the  universal  praise. 

2  Round  Jehovah's  footstool  kneeling, 
Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls ; 

Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
Here  his  wrath  no  thunder  rolls. 


o 


254. 


Every  secret  fault  confessing, 
Deed  unholy — thought  of  sin, — 

Seize,  Oh  !  seize  the  proffered  blessing, — 
Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within. 

Heart  and  voice  with  rapture  swelling, 

Still  the  song  of  glory  raise  ; 
On  the  theme  immortal,  dwelling, 

Join  the  universal  praise. 

John  Taylor,  1760. 


Tlie  Wisdom  and  Love  of  God. 

1   God  is  love ;  his  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove; 
Bliss  he  wakes  and  woe  he  lightens 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 

But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

156 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 

3  Evm  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 

"Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  Ins  brightness  streameth, 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  lie  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above: 
Every  where  his  glory  sbineth; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

John  Bowr'ui'j,  1S25. 
tm'JtJ  *  Praise  from  Young  and  Old.  8s  k  73. 

1  "Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Lord !  we  offer  to  thy  name ; 
Young  and  old,  thy  praise  expressing, 
Join  their  Saviour  to  proclaim. 

2  As  the  saints  in  heaven  adore  thee, 

We  would  bow  before  thy  throne; 
As  thine  angels  serve  before  thee, 
So  on  earth  thy  will  be  done. 

Edward  Osier,  1836. 


256 


Psalm  150.  7a. 

1  Praise  the  Lord — his  power  confess; 
Praise  him,  in  his  holiness ; 

Praise  him,  as  the  theme  inspires, — 
Praise  him,  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
"With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness  ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light ! 
In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

William  Wraurjhom,  1323. 
157 


ADORATION. 


257 


258 


Psalm  150.  7m. 

1  Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show, 
Saints,  within  his  courts  below! 
Angels,  round  his  throne  above! 
All  that  see  and  share  his  love ! 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  his  wonders,  sing  his  worth ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore ! 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  his  mercies  trace ; 
Praise  his  providence  and  grace — 
All  that  he  for  man  hath  done, 
All  he  sends  us  through  his  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts  ! 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts : 

All  that  breathe  !  your  Lord  adore; 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore ! 

Henry,  Francis  Lytc,  1834. 
Glory  to  God  in  the  highest.  7s, 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, — 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day; 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth, — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  can  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No! — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

158 


259. 


260 


TILE  ETEEXAL  FATHER. 

Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 
Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Montgomery,  1319. 


"  Te  Deum  laudamus."  7a. 

1  God  eternal,  Lord  of  all ! 
Lowly  at  thy  feet  we  fall ; 

All  the  earth  doth  worship  thee; 
We  amidst  the  throng  would  be. 

2  All  the  holy  angels  cry,  — 

"  Hail,  thrice-holy,  God  most  high ! 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers  ! " 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

3  Glorified  apostles  raise, 

Night  and  day,  continual  praise ; 
"With  thy  prophets*  goodly  line, 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine. 

4  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  thy  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Since  so  bright  the  crown  they  wear, 
Early  we  thy  cross  would  bear. 

5  All  thy  church,  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Jesus !  hail  thy  spotless  birth ; — 
Seated  on  the  judgment  throne, 
Number  us  anions  thine  own. 

James  E.  Millard,  1818. 


Psalm  148.  7a. 

1  Heralds  of  creation!  cry, — 

"Praise  the  Lord — the  Lord  most  high!" 
Heaven  and  earth !  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord — the  Lord  of  all. 
159 


ADORATION. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light ; 

He  commanded — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, — 
Spirits  perfected  in  love! 

Sun  and  moon !  your  voices  raise ; 
Sing,  ye  stars !  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  High  above  all  height  his  throne, 
Excellent  his  name  alone ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 


2G1. 


PSAL3I  113.  73. 

1  Hallelujah!  raise,  Oh!  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise ; 
All  his  servants !  join  to  sing 
God,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  name  which  we  adore ; 
Round  the  world  his  praise  be  sung, 
Through  all  lands,  in  every  tongue. 

o  O'er  all  nations  God  alone, 

Higher  than  the  heavens  his  throne; 
Who  is  like  to  God  most  high, 
Infinite  in  majesty? 

4  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  he  bends; 
Yea,  to  earth  he  condescends ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 
For  the  low  and  desolate. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers  ; 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears ; 
Such  the  wonders  of  his  ways ! 
Praise  his  name,  for  ever  praise. 

Josiah  Conder,  1836. 
1G0 


THE  ETERNAL  FATHER. 


2G2 


The  Glory  and  Goodness  of  God.  10s  k  lis. 

1  Oh  !  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above, 
Oh !  gratefully  sing  his  power  and  love, 

Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  Oh !  tell  of  his  might,  Oh !  sing  of  his  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space ; 
His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  This  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold 
Almighty!   thy  power  hath  founded  of  old; 
Hath  'stablished  it  fast  by  a  changeless  decree, 
And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the  sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light; 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distills  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

5  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend! 

6  O  measureless  Might !  ineffable  Love ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  thee  above, 

The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy  praise. 

Robert  Grant,  1830. 
—  v)0.  Psalm  146.  10s  &  lis. 

1  On  !  sing — "  Hallelujah !  praise  ye  the  Lord !  " 
His  praises,  my  soul!  with  rapture  record; 

I  '11  praise  him  while  living,  I  '11  praise  him  in  death, 
His  praise  shall  employ  me,  when   panting   for 
breath. 

2  'T  is  good  to  rely  on  Israel's  God ; 

He  spreads  the  wide  heavens  in  splendor  abroad ; 
The  earth  and  the  seas  are  the  work  of  his  hand, 
The  word  of  Jehovah  for  ever  shall  stand, 
n  igi 


ADORATION. 


Jehovah,  most  high,  for  ever  shall  reign ; 

O  Zion  !  thy  God  shall  ever  remain ; 

His  praise  generations  unceasing  shall  sing; 

Praise — praise  ye  Jehovah,  your  Maker  and  King. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1837. 


2(54. 


A  braham's  God.  6  6,  8  4. 

1  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love ; 
Jehovah,  great  I  Am! 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed; 
I  bow,  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

For  ever  blessed. 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command, 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand  ; 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power  ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 

In  all  his  ways  ; 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend, 

He  calls  himself  my  God ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  blood. 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn ; 

I  on  his  oath  depend ; 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 
To  heaven  ascend; 
162 


THE   ETERNAL   FATHER. 

I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

Thomas  Olivers,  1770. 


ZOO.  The  almighty  King.  ( 

1  The  God. who  reigns  on  high, 

The  great  archangels  sing ; 
And  "  Holy,  holy,  holy ! "  cry, 

;-  Almighty  King ! 
"Who  wert,  and  art  the  same, 

And  evermore  shalt  be ; 
Jehovah,  Father,  great  I  Am ! 

We  worship  thee." 

2  Before  the  Saviour's  face 

The  ransomed  nations  bow, 
O'erwhelmed  at  his  almighty  grace, 

For  ever  new ; 
He  shows  his  prints  of  love ; 

They  kindle  to  a  flame, 
And  sound,  through  all  the  world  above, 

The  slaughtered  Lamb. 

3  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high, 
"Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost!" 

They  ever  cry ; 
Hail,  Abraham's  God  and  mine  ! 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 


Thomas  Olivers,  1770. 


266. 


Tsalm  ISO.  6s  &  4s 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  ; 

Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim, 
Rise  and  adore  ; 

163 


267 


ADORATION. 

High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  his  power. 
Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame ; 
There  let  the  harp  be  found; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound ! 
Iloll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  his  name. 

As  his  high  praise  ye  sing, 
Shake  every  sounding  string ; 

Sweet  the  accord ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows ; 
Let  every  breath  which  flows 
His  noblest  fame  disclose ; 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

William  Goode,  1811. 
III.— THE  SON  OF  GOD. 


"  Worthy  the  Lamb."  6s  &  4a 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high! 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky ; 

Praise  ye  his  name ; 
Angels !  his  name  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
And,  saints  !  cry  evermore, — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name; 
We  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  his  dear  fame  abroad, — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  To  him  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
None  else  shall  have  our  praise; 

Praise  ye  his  name ; 
164 


THE   SON   OF  GOD. 

Him,  our  exalted  Lord, 

By  us  below  adored, 

We  praise  with  one  accord, — 

••  Worthy  the  Lamb!" 
Join,  all  the  human  race! 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  his  name ; 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And'  say,  with  heart  and  voice, — 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 
Though  we  must  change  our  place, 
Our  souls  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name; 
To  him  we  '11  tribute  bring, 
Laud  him  our  gracious  King, 
And,  without  ceasing,  sing, — 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb !  " 

James  Allen,  1761. 


208. 


Praise  to  Jesus. 

1  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God ! 
Publish  through  earth  abroad, 

Jesus'  fame ; 
Tell  what  his  love  has  done ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, — ■ 

-Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears ; 

Join  our  glad  theme ; 
Beauty  for  ashes  bring, 
Strike  each  melodious  string, 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, — 

-Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Hark!  how  the  choirs  above. 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name  ! 
105 


269 


ADORATION. 

There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, — 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

James  Bodcn,  1S01. 
Jesus,  our  King.  6s  &  4b. 

1  Let  us  awake  our  joys ; 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice  ; 

Each  creature  sing ; 
Angels  !  begin  the  song ; 
Mortals  !  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, — 

"  Jesus  is  King." 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame, 

What  wonders  done; 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  the  high  heavens  rebound, 

"The  victory's  won." 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  the  last  foe  will  quell ; 

Mourners!  rejoice; 
His  dying  love  adore ; 
Praise  him,  now  raised  in  power ; 
And  triumph  evermore, 

With  a  glad  voice. 

William  Kingsbury,  1806. 


270. 


The  Praise  of  Jems.  6s  &  4b 

Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
Whom  angels  cannot  raise, 

But  whom  they  sing; — 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 
Object  of  angels'  love,  — 
Jesus,  whose  grace  we  prove, 

Jesus,  our  King ! 

1GG 


THE  SON   OF   GOD. 

Rich  is  the  grace  we  sing, 
Poor  is  the  praise  we  bring, 

Not  as  we  ought ; 
But,  when  we  see  his  face, 
In  yonder  glorious  place, 
Then  we  shall  sing  his  grace, 

Sing  without  fault. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1806. 


271. 


Psalm  150.  7s,  6s  &  7* 

1  Hallelujah! — praise  the  Lord; 

Sing  Messiah's  glory ; 
Heaven  and  earth  !  with  one  accord, 

Shout  the  wondrous  story; 
Praise  him  for  his  mighty  deeds ; 
Praise  ye  him,  whose  grace  exceeds 
All  that  heaven  in  songs  concedes ; 

Worlds  of  bliss !  his  praise  record. 

2  Praise  him  with  the  trumpet's  tongue, 

Far  and  wide  resounding  ; 
Praise  him  with  the  harp  well-strung, 

While  your  hearts  are  bounding ; 
Praise  him  with  the  sweet-toned  lyre  ; 
Let  his  praise  the  lute  inspire ; 
Praise  him  in  a  mighty  choir ; — ■ 

Let  his  praise  be  loudly  sung. 

3  Praise  him  with  the  viol's  strings, 

Waking  joyous  feeling ; 
While  the  vault  of  glory  rings 

With  the  organ's  pealing ; 
Let  the  cymbals  ring  his  praise, 
Wake  the  clarion's  grandest  lays, 
Praise  the  Lord  through  endless  days: — 

Him  the  wide  creation  sings. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1837. 


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The  sweetest  Name.  7s,  Cs  L  7a 

1   Burst,  ye  emerald  gates  !  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision, 
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ADORATION. 


All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian: 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes ; 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies ! 
Sun  of  righteousness !  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freshly  flash  before  him ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him ; 
Angels'  trumps  resound  his  fame, 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  same. 

3  Hark !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, — 

"  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! " 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 


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Sweetest  carol  ever  sung 
"  Jesus !  Jesus!  Jesus 

High  ascend  the  mingling  throngs, 

Filled  with  heavenly  fire ; 
Raise,  believers  !  raise  your  songs, 

Join  the  sacred  choir ; 
Soon  in  yonder  faith-viewed  plain, 
Ye  shall  shout  in  rapturous  strain, 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  pain, 
While  eternal  ages  reign. 

Richard  Kempenfelt,  1777. 


Praise  to  the  Saviour.  7n  &  6a. 

1  To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour ! 
My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 
Almighty  King  of  kings ! 
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THE   SOX   OF  GOD. 

I  '11  celebrate  thy  glory, 
With  all  thy  saints  above, 

And  tell  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

Soon  as  the  morn,  with  roses, 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast ; 
My  voice,  in  supplication, 

Well-pleased  thou  shalt  hear: 
Oh  !  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

By  thee,  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  their  bright  abode; 
There,  cast  my  crown  before  thee, — 

Now,  all  my  conflicts  o'er, — 
And  day  and  night  adore  thee  :  — 

What  can  an  angel  more  ? 

Thomas  Haweis,  1702 


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"  Gloria,  laus,  et  honor."  7s  &  6s, 

1  All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 

To  thee,  Redeemer,  King ! 

To  whom  the  lips  of  children 

Made  sweet  hosannas  rin^. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 

Thou,  David's  royal  Son, 
Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 
The  King  and  Blessed  One. 

3  The  company  of  angels 

Are  praising  thee  on  high, 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created,  make  reply. 
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ADORATION. 


4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  thee  went ; 
Our  praise,  and  prayer,  and  anthems, 
Before  thee  we  present. 

5  To  thee,  before  thy  passion, 

They  sang  their  hymns  of  praise ; 
To  thee,  now  high  exalted, 
Our  melody  we  raise. 

G  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises, 
Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 

Thou  good  and  gracious  King ! 

7  With  all  thy  wide  creation, 

We  '11  celebrate  thy  praise ; 
We  '11  sing  of  thy  salvation 
Through  everlasting  days. 

8  Ye  ransomed !  tell  the  story 

To  all  the  heavenly  host ; 
To  Father,  Son,  give  glory, 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Lat.,  Theodulph,  821. 
Tr.,  John  Mason  Neale,  1856,  a. 


275. 


God,  the  Son,  equal  with  the  Father.  L.  M. 

1  Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God ! 

Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 

And  worship  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright, 

Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  ; 
But  who,  amongst  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ? 

3  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, — 

Jesus,  arrayed  in  flesh  and  blood, — 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 
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THE   SON   OF   GOD. 

Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 

Their  essence  is  for  ever  one, 
Though  they  are  known  by  different  names, 

The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 
Then  let  the  name  of  Christ,  our  King, 

"With  equal  honors  be  adored ; 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 

And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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The  Deity  and  Humanity  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched  abroad, 

From  everlasting  was  the  "Word ; 
With  God  he  was;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made ; 

By  him  supported,  all  things  stand : 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  But  lo !  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms  ; 

The  Word  descends  an  I  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converse  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, — 

Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son ; 
How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  thro'  his  eyes  the  Godhead  shone ! 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 

To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

Isaac  Watts.  1707. 


277. 


Christ's  Humiliation  and  Exaltation.  L.  M* 

1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  our  God,  the  Lamb ! 
When  all  the  notes,  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 
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ADOKATION. 


278 


Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, — 

The  Prince  of  peace,  that  groaned  and  died, 

Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign, 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men  ! 

Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say, — Amen. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


The  Dominion  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 

Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

2  In  shame  and  torment  once  he  died ; — 

But  now  he  lives  for  evermore : 
Bow  down,  ye  saints !  around  his  seat, 
And,  all  ye  angel  bands!  adore! 

3  S«  live  for  ever,  glorious  Lord  ! 

To  crush  thy  foes,  and  guard  thy  friends; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 

Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love  ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life, 

O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  For  ever  reign,  victorious  King ! 

Wide  thro'  the  earth  thy  name  be  known  ! 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
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THE  SON  OF  GOD. 
JL  (  *.' t  The  Glories  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet ; 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ; 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  express 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
Must  mingle  colors  not  her  own. 

3  Nor  earth,  nor  seas,  nor  sun,  nor  stars, 
Xor  heaven,  his  full  resemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 

Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

4  Oh  !  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 
Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise ; 
There  he  displays  his  powers  abroad, 
And  shines,  and  reigns,  th'  incarnate  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


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"Exndtet  Cor  Prcecordiis."'  L.  M. 

1  Lf.t  every  heart  exulting  beat 

With  joy,  at  Jesus'  name  of  bliss : 
With  every  pure  delight  replete, 
And  passing  sweet,  its  music  is. 

2  Jesus  the  comfortless  consoles  ; 

Jesus  each  sinful  fever  quells ; 
Jesus  the  power  of  hell  controls  ; 
Jesus  each  deadly  foe  repels. 

o  Oh  !  speak  his  glorious  name  abroad ! 
Jesus  let  every  tongue  confess  ! 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
The  Healer  of  our  souls  to  bless. 

4  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend !  abide 

With  us,  and  hearken  to  our  prayer ; 
Thy  frail  and  erring  wanderers  guide, 
In  mercy  our  transgressions  spare. 
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ADORATION. 

5  All  might,  all  glory  be  to  thee, 

Refulgent  with  this  name  divine ! 
All  honor,  worship,  majesty, 
Jesus  !  for  evermore  be  thine. 

Tr.,John  D.  Cliambers,  1857,  a. 


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Christ,  the  supreme  God  and  King.  L.  M. 

1  Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 
And  crown  him — everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints !  this  God  is  yours ; 

'T  is  Jesus,  fills  the  throne  above  : 
Ye  cannot  fail,  while  God  endures ; 
Ye  cannot  want,  while  God  is  love. 

3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs  ; 
Yet  smile  on  us,  who  fain  would  bring 
The  tribute  of  our  humbler  songs. 

4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 

We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view, 
In  heaven  with  angels  to  appear, 
And  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804,  a. 


282. 


''Rex  Christe,  Factor  omnium."  L.  M. 

1  O  Christ  !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord ! 
Saviour  of  all  who  trust  thy  word  ! 
To  them  who  seek  thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  thine  ear. 

2  In  thy  dear  cross  a  grace  is  found, — 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound, — 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our  souls. 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night ; 
Yet  thou  hast  veiled  in  flesh  thy  light, 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

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283 


284 


THE  SON  OF  GOD. 

When  thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  thee ; 
When  thou  didst  there  yield  up  thy  breath, 
The  world  grew  dark  as  shades  of  death. 

Now  in  the  Father's  glory  high, 
Great  Conqueror  !  never  more  to  die, 
Us  by  thy  mighty  power  defend, 
And  reign  through  ages  without  end. 

Lat.,  Gregory  I.,  600. 
Tr.,  Ray  Palmer,  1858. 


Universal  Praise  to  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  O  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven !  to  thee, 

Clothed  with  all  majesty  divine, 
Eternal  power  and  glory  be ! 
Eternal  praise,  of  right,  is  thine. 

2  Reign,  Prince  of  life !  that  once  thy  brow 

Didst  yield  to  wear  the  wounding  thorn; 
Reign,  throned  beside  the  Father  now, 
Adored  the  Son  of  God  first-born. 

3  From  angel  hosts  that  round  thee  stand, 

With  forms  more  pure  than  spotless  snow, 
From  the  bright  burning  seraph  band, 
Let  praise  in  loftiest  numbers  flow. 

4  To  thee,  the  Lamb,  our  mortal  songs, 

Born  of  deep  fervent  love,  shall  rise ; 
All  honor  to  thy  name  belongs, 

Our  lips  would  sound  it  to  the  skies. 

5  "  Jesus  ! " — all  earth  shall  speak  the  word ; 

"  Jesus  !  " — all  heaven  resound  it  still; 
Immanuel,  Saviour,  Conqueror,  Lord! 
Thy  praise  the  universe  shall  fill. 

Ray  Palmer,  1867. 


Jesus  adored.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All ! 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour  !  when  I  call ; 
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285 


ADORATION. 

Hear  me,  and,  from  thy  dwelling  place, 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  thy  grace : 
Jesus,  my  Lord  !  I  thee  adore  ; 
Oh !  make  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 

Jesus!  too  late  I  thee  have  sought; 
How  can  I  love  thee  as  I  ought  ? 
And  how  extol  thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  thy  name  ? 
Jesus,  my  Lord!  I  thee  adore; 
Oh !  make  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 

Jesus !  what  didst  thou  find  in  me, 

That  thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly? 

How  great  the  joy  that  thou  hast  brought, 

So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought ! 

Jesus !  my  love  !  I  thee  adore ; 

Oh  !  make  me  love  thee  more  and  more 

Jesus  !  of  thee  shall  be  my  song; 

To  thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong ; 

All  that  I  have  or  am  is  thine, 

And  thou,  blest  Saviour  !  thou  art  mine : 

Jesus,  my  Lord  !  I  thee  adore  : 

Oh !  make  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 

Henry  Collins,  1S52. 


Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord,  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul!  awake,  my  tongue! 
Hosanna  to  tlr*  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, — 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  powerful  God ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

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286 


THE  SON  OP  GOD. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  thy  hands  ; 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace ! — 't  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name : 

Ye  angels  !  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
Ye  heavens  !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh !  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place, 
Where  he  unveils'  his  lovely  face, 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


287 


Worthy  the  Lamb.  L.  M. 

1  Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway, — 

In  earth,  or  heaven,  the  Lord  of  all ! 
Ye  princes  !  rulers  !  powers  !  obey, 
And  low  before  his  footstool  fall. 

2  Higher — still  higher,  swell  the  strain  ; 

Creation's  voice  the  note  prolong ! 
The  Lamb  shall  ever,  ever  reign: — 
Let  hallelujahs  crown  the  song. 

Walter  Shirley,  1774. 


A  new  Song  to  the  Lamb. 

1  Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amidst  his  Father's  throne  ! 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 

And  songs,  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around, 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 
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288. 


289 


ADORATION. 

Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid ! 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

For  ever,  on  thy  head  ! 

Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

Isaqc  Watts,  1696. 


The  infinite  Worth  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  *  Infinite  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ! 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine 
"With  never-fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end. 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  vows  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  thee : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 


The  Glory  of  Christ  in  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 

The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace ! 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 
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THE  SON   OF   GOD. 

3  Archangels  sound  his  lofty  praise, 

Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
And  lay  their  highest  honors  down, 
Submissive,  at  his  feet. 

4  This  is  the  man,  th'  exalted  man, 

Whom  we,  unseen,  adore ; 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

5  Lord !  how  our  souls  are  all  on  fire, 

To  see  thy  blest  abode ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice,  in  tunes  of  praise 
To  our  incarnate  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


290 


The  King  of  Sa  in  ts.  CM, 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known  ! 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all-divine! 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  these  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power,  and  boundless  grace, 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
You,  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face  ! 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise  ? 

4  "When,  in  his  earthly  courts,  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do. 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord  !  teach  our  songs  to  l  i 

Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

AnruStf.U,  17C0. 
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ADOKATION. 
Christ  worshiped  by  all  the  Creation.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us ! " 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord!  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him,  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


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Praise  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  all  unite  to  praise 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  ; 
Our  thankful  hearts  in  solemn  lays 
Be  with  our  voices  joined. 

2  O  Lord !  we  cannot  silent  be ; 

By  love  we  are  constrained 
To  offer  our  best  thanks  to  thee, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  Friend. 

3  Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  show, 

And  spread  abroad  thy  fame ; 
Let  every  heart  with  praise  o'erflow, 
And  bless  thy  sacred  name. 
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THE  SON  OF  GOD. 

Worship  and  honor,  thanks  and  love, 

Be  to  our  Jesus  given, 
By  men  below,  by  hosts  above, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Martin  Madan  [?],  1760. 
*-'•  Redemption  by  Price  and  Power.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  J  with  all  thy  saints  above, 

My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blessed  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quenched  his  Father's  flaming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  flood : — 

3  The  Lamb,  that  freed  my  captive  soul 

From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  sent  the  Hon  down  to  howl, 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never-ceasing  praise, 
WTiile  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


294 


Hosanna.  C.  M. 

1  Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 

To  David's  Son  and  Lord ; 
With  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Exalt  th'  incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !  Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest ! 

How  vast  thy  gifts,  how  free  ! 
Thy  blood,  our  life;  thy  word,  our  feast; 
Thy  name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna !  Master !  lo !  we  bring 

Our  offerings  to  thy  throne  ; 
Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  thine  own. 
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ADORATION. 

Hosanna  !  once  thy  gracious  ear 

Approved  a  lisping  throng ; 
Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 

Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

O  Saviour !  if  redeemed  by  thee, 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 

We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

William  H.  Havergal,  1833. 
"  The  Lord  is  King."  C.  M. 

Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Let  powers  immortal  sing  ; 
Adore  the  co-eternal  Word ; 

Rejoice, — The  Lord  is  King ! 

To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

Thy  name  hosannas  ring  ; 
Around  thy  throne  their  myriads  crowd, 

And  shout, — The  Lord  is  King ! 

Hail  him,  they  cry,  ye  sons  of  light ! 

Of  joy  th'  eternal  Spring  ; 
Praise  him,  who  formed  you  by  his  might ; 

Rejoice, — The  Lord  is  King ! 

Hail  him,  ye  saints  !  whose  love  for  you 
Has  drawn  the  monster's  sting; 

Oh !  render  to  the  Lord  his  due ; 
Rejoice, — The  Lord  is  King ! 

Let  worlds  above  and  worlds  below, 

In  songs  united  sing ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  flow, 

Rejoice, — The  Lord  is  King ! 

Edward  Pcrronet,  1785,  a. 


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The  Love  of  Christ  celebrated.  C.  M. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 
Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
Oh  !  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

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298 


2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach  ? 

What  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch, 
In  wonder,  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord !  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, — 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !  " 

4  Oh !  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
•  Psalm:  45.  C.  M. 

1  I  'll  speak  the  honors  of  my  King, — 

His  form  divinely  fair ; 
Xone  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heavenly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed  ; 
Thy  God,  with  blessings  infinite, 
Hath  crowned  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince  ! 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Thy  terrors  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

i  Thy  throne,  0  God !  for  ever  stands  ; 
Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  the  saints  by  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Jesus  is  God.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  is  God  !  the  glorious  bands 
Of  holy  angels  sing 
Songs  of  adoring  praise  to  him, 
Their  Maker  and  their  King. 
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299. 


ADORATION. 

He  was  true  God  in  Bethlehem's  crib, 

On  Calvary's  cross,  true  God ; 
He  who,  in  heaven,  eternal  reigned, 

In  time,  on  earth  abode. 

Jesus  is  God  !  there  never  was 

A  time,  when  he  was  not ; 
Boundless,  eternal,  merciful, 

The  Word  the  Sire  begot ; 

Backward  our  thoughts  thro'  ages  stretch, 
Onward  through  endless  bliss, — 

For  there  are  two  eternities, 
And  both  alike  are  his. 

Jesus  is  God !  Oh  !  could  I  now 

But  compass  land  and  sea, 
To  teach  and  tell  this  single  truth, 

How  happy  should  I  be ! 

Oh !  had  I  but  an  angel's  voice, 

I  would  proclaim  so  loud, 
Jesus,  the  Good,  the  Beautiful, 

Is  everlasting  God. 

Frederick  Wm.  Faber,  1862. 
Worship  paid  to  Christ.  S.  M, 

Proclaim  the  lofty  praise 

Of  him  who  once  was  slain, 
But  now  is  risen,  through  endless  days, 

In  bliss,  to  live  and  reign : 
He  lives  and  reigns  on  high, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood, 
Enthroned  above  the  farthest  sky, 

Our  Saviour,  Lord,  and  God. 

The  Son  of  God  adore ; 

Ye  ransomed  !  spread  his  fame ; 
With  joy  and  gladness,  evermore 

Extol  his  glorious  name  : 
Let  every  tongue  confess 

That  Jesus  Christ  is  Lord, 
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THE  SON    OF   GOD. 

And  every  creature  join  to  bless 

The  great  incarnate  Word. 
All  honor,  power,  and  praise, 

To  Jesus'  name  belong; 
With  hosts  seraphic,  glad,  we  raise 

The  joy-inspiring  song : — 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  they  cry, 

u  That  on  the  cross  was  slain, 
But  now,  ascended  up  on  high, 

Lives  evermore  to  reign." 

He  lives  to  bless  and  save 

The  souls  redeemed  by  grace. 
And  rescue  from  the  dreary  grave 

His  chosen  ransomed  race  ; 
And  soon  we  hope,  above, 

A  louder  strain  to  sing, 
With  all  our  powers  to  praise  and  love 

Our  Saviour,  God,  and  King. 

Anon.,  1829,  a. 
Persevering  Grace.  S.  M. 

1  To  God,  the  only-wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 
Let  all  the  saints,  below  the  skies, 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'T  is  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls. 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face. 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wisdom,  with  power,  belongs  ; 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  soncrs. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
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301. 


The  incarnate  Deity.  7s. 

1  Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Binding  earth  and  heaven  in  love ; 
All  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Worship  his  dread  sovereignty. 

2  Seraphim  his  praises  sing, 
Cherubim  on  fourfold  wing, 
Thrones,  dominions,  princes,  powers, 
Ranks  of  might  that  never  cowers. 

3  Angel  hosts  his  word  fulfill, 
Ruling  nature  by  his  will ; 
Round  his  throne  archangels  pour 
Songs  of  praise  for  evermore. 

i  Yet  on  man  they  joy  to  wait, 
All  that  bright  celestial  state, 
For  true  man  their  Lord  they  see, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity. 

5  On  the  throne  our  Lord,  who  died, 
Sits  in  manhood  glorified ; 
Where  his  people  faint  below, 
Angels  count  it  joy  to  go. 

3  Oh  !  the  depths  of  joy  divine, 
Thrilling  through  those  orders  nine, 
When  the  lost  are  found  again, 
When  the  banished  come  to  reign ! 

J  Now  in  faith,  in  hope,  in  love, 
•We  will  join  the  choirs  above, 
Praising,  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Richard  M.  Benson,  18G1. 


302. 


Iniinanucl.  7a. 

1   God  with  us !  O  glorious  name  ! 
Let  it  shine  in  endless  fame ; 
God  and  man  in  Christ  unite ; 
O  mysterious  depth  and  height ! 
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TIIE   SON   OF   GOD. 

2  God  with  us!  amazing  love 
Brought  him  from  his  courts  above ; 
Now,  ye  saints  !  his  grace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

3  God  with  us !  but  tainted  not 
With  our  father  Adam's  blot ; 
Yet  did  he  our  sins  sustain, 

Bear  the  guilt,  the  curse,  the  pain. 

4  God  with  us  !  0  wondrous  grace  ! 
Let  us  see  him  face  to  face  ; 
That  we  may  Immanuel  sing, 

As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King. 

Miss  S.  S-n,  1770,  a. 
♦J>A4> 
OXJO,  The  Reign  of  Christ.  7& 

1  Hark  the  loud  triumphant  strains  ! 
God,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  enthroned  above, 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 

2  Hail !  immortal  King  of  heaven  ! 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  given ! 
Endless  glory  is  thine  own  ; 
Thou  art  worthy — thou  alone. 

3  All  creation  owns  thy  sway  ; 
Hail  the  blessed  happy  day  ! 
Thee  we  worship,  as  we  sing — 
Jesu3 !  hail !  eternal  King ! 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809,  a. 
'J  v/  "I  •  Christ,  the  Creator  and  the  Redeemer.  8a  &  7a 

1  MiGnTY  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels ! 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 

2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  ! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 
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306 


ADORATION. 

For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature,  — 
Grand,  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ;  — 

For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought; 

For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 

"Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow  ;  — 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Dark  through  brightness  all  along !  — 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song? 

Robert  Robinson,  1774. 
Christ  adored.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  i 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue !  such  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die :  — 

2  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ?  — 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise  ! 

3  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  !  — 
Flow,  my  praise !  for  ever  flow  : 

4  Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour  ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever  ;  — 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own ! 

Robert  Robinson,  1774. 


Glory  to  the  Lamb.  8s  &  74 

1   Hark  the  notes  of  angels,  singing, 
"  Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb ! " 
All  in  heaven  their  tribute  bringing, 
Raising  high- the  Saviour's  name. 
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THE  SON  OF   GOD. 

Ye,  for  whom  his  life  was  given  ! 

Sacred  themes  to  you  belong  ; 
Come,  assist  the  choir  of  heaven ; 

Join  the  everlasting  sono;. 

See  th'  angelic  hosts  have  crowned  him, 

Jesus  fills  the  throne  on  high : 
Countless  myriads,  hovering  round  him, 

"With  his  praises  rend  the  sky. 

Filled  with  holy  emulation, 

Let  us  vie  with  those  above ; 
Sweet  the  theme  —  a  free  salvation  ! 

Fruit  of  everlasting  love. 

Endless  life  in  him  possessing, 
Let  us  praise  his  precious  name, 

Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 
Be  for  ever  to  the  Lamb ! 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 
Christ,  tlu  Lamb,  enthroned  and  worshiped.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Hark  !  —  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above, 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ;  — 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love : 
See !  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus!  hail!  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life  !  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord!  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory  !  reign  for  ever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 
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ADORATION. 

Saviour!  hasten  thine  appearing; 

Bring  —  Oh  !  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ;  — 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we  '11  sing,  — 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


01). 


Psalm  118. 

1  Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassions  never  ceasing, 

Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 
Hail !  ye  saints  !  who  know  his  favor, 

Who  within  his  gates  are  found,  — 
There,  on  high  exalt  the  Saviour, 

Let  his  courts  with  praise  resound. 

2  Jesus  !  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own  ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 

Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne ; 
Now,  ye  saints  !  his  power  confessing, 

In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 
For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 

William  Goode,  1811. 


Jesus  worshiped.  8s  &  7a. 

Jesus  !  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare, 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 
Worship,  honor,  power  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give : 
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THE  SON   OF  GOD. 

When  we  join  th'  angelic  spirits, 

In  their  sweetest,  noblest  lays, 
We  will  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

John  BakeweU,  1760,  a. 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  8s,  7s  k  4. 

Come,  ye  saints!  and  raise  an  anthem, 
Cleave  the  skies  with  shouts  of  praise  ; 

Sing  to  him  who  found  a  ransom,  — 
Ancient  of  eternal  days,  — 

In  your  nature, 
Born  to  suffer  in  your  place. 

Ere  he  raised  the  lofty  mountains. 

Formed  the  seas,  or  built  the  sky. 
Love,  eternal,  free,  and  boundless, 

Moved  the  Lord  of  life  to  die  — 
Die  for  traitors 

Justly  doomed  to  endless  pains. 

High  on  yon  celestial  mountains, 

Stands  his  gem-built  throne,  all-bright, 

Midst  incessant  acclamations, 
Bursting  from  the  sons  of  light : 

Zion's  praises 
Are  his  chosen  dwelling-place. 

Bring  your  harps,  and  bring  your  odors. 

Sweep  the  string,  and  pour  the  lay, 
View  his  works,  behold  his  wonders, 

Let  hosannas  crown  the  day  ! 
He  is  worthy 

Of  eternal,  boundless  praise. 

Job  Hupton,  1806. 
The  King  of  Glory.  8s,  7a  k  4. 

1   Glory  be  to  God.  the  Father  ! 
Glory  be  to  God.  the  Son  ! 
Glory  be  to  God,  the  Spirit  S  — 
Great  Jehovah,  three  in  one  ! 
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Glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run ! 


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Glory  be  to  him  who  loved  us, 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain  . 

Glory  be  to  him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  him  to  reign! 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ! 

Glory  to  the  King  of  angels  ! 

Glory  to  the  church's  King ! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring ; 
Glory,  glory, 

To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 

Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  ; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion ! 

Thus  its  praise  creation  brings : 
Glory,  glory, 

Glory  to  the  King  of  kings  ! 

Eoratius  Bonar,  1868. 


IV.— THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


The  Holy  Spirit  addressed.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  light ! 

Enlivening,  consecrating  Fire  ! 
Descend,  and,  with  celestial  heat, 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire  ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume  ; 

Come,  condescending  Spirit !   come. 

2  In  our  cold  breast.  Oh !  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel ; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumbed  and  stupid  still ; 
Come  vivifying,  Spirit !  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 
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3  Whatever  guilt  and  madness  dare, 

We  would  not  quench  the  heavenly  fire ; 
Our  hearts  as  mel  we  prepare, 

Though  in  the  flame  we  should  expire  ; 
Our  breasts  expand  to  make  thee  room  ; 
Come,  purifying  Spirit !   come. 

4  Let  pure  devotion's  fervors  rise ; 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow : 
Oh !  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below ! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit !  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home. 

Samuel  Davies,  1763. 


ID 


"  Veni,  Creator  Spiritusl"  L.  M. 

1  Creator  Spirit !  by  whose  aid 

The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind, 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind  ; 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free. 
And  make  thy  temples  worthy  thee. 

2  O  source  of  uncreated  light ! 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete  ! 
Thrice  holy  Fount,  thrice  holy  Fire ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Come,  and  thy  sacred  unction  bring, 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

3  Refine  and  purge  our  earthly  parts  ; 
But,  Oh  !  inflame  and  fire  our  hearts  ; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 

And  practice  all  that  we  believe  ; 
Give  us  thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son,  by  thee. 

4  Immortal  honors,  endless  fame, 
Attend  th'  almighty  Father's  name! 
The  Saviour  Son,  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ! 

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314 


315. 


And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete  !  to  thee  ! 


Lat.,  Eabanus  Maurus,  840. 
Tr.,  John  Dryden,  1690. 


The  Guidance  of  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 
My  sinful  maladies  remove  ; 

Be  thou  my  Light,  be  thou  my  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far, 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  rest, 

In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  me  from  his  pastures  stray ; 
Lead  me  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

5  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  sure  directions  how  to  live. 

Simon  Browne,  1720. 


"  Veni,  Creator  Spiritus!"  L.  M. 

1  Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter  !  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  Gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  Fount  of  life !  O  Fire  of  love  ! 
And  sweet  Anointing  from  above ! 

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THE   HOLT   SPIEIT. 

Kindle  our  senses  from  above. 
And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love  ; 
With  patience  lirm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

Tar  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Lat.,  Rabanus  Ufa  writs,  840. 
Tr.,  Edward  CasadO,  1843. 

O  10  •  The  Descent  of  the  H^'j  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  power,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Who  sittest  enthroned  in  light  above ! 
Descend,  and  bear  us  on  thy  wing-. 
Far  from  these  low  and  fleeting  things. 

2  'Tis  thine  the  wounded  soul  to  heal; 
'T  is  thine  to  make  the  hardened  feel ; 
Thine  to  give  light  to  blinded  eyes, 
And  bid  the  groveling  spirit  rise. 

3  When  faith  is  weak,  and  courage  fails, 
When  grief  or  doubt  our  soul  assails, 
Who  can.  like  thee,  our  spirits  cheer? 
Great  Comforter!  be  ever  near. 

4  Come.  Holy  Spirit !  like  the  fire ; 
With  burning  zeal  our  souls  in-pire  ; 
Come,  like  the  south  wind,  breathing  balm, 
Our  joys  refresh,  our  passions  calm. 

5  Come,  like  the  sun's  enlightening  beam  ; 
Come,  like  the  cooling, cleansing  stream; 
With  all  thy  graces  present  be  :  — 
Spirit  of  God  !  we  wait  for  thee. 

IV  *.  LindMy  Alexander,  13C7. 
The  Operation*  of  the  Ho1  <j  Spirit.  L.  ftL 

1  Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
Irom  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
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317 


ADORATION. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
O  1 U  .  The  Work  of  the  Holy  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  sacred  Spirit !  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  rugged  stone, 
And  let  thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and,  from  the  haughtiest  eyes, 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise  ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace,  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  Oh  !  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Numerous  around  thy  temple-gate ! 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
1  «."  •  The  Teachings  of  the  Spirit.  L.  M, 

1  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light ! 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 

Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes,  display 
The  glorious  truths  thy  word  reveals, 

Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 
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320 


THE   HOLY   SPIEIT. 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  emptiness  of  things  below. 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 

While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 

Spread,  like  the  sun.  thy  beams  abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 

And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1770. 


Prayer  for  spiritual  JSnjon  L.  M. 

1  Come.  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind, 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  heavenly  fire  ? 
Oh  !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame  ; 
Teach  it  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  the  Saviour  see  : 
Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 

And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 

Anon.,  1S26. 
•Jl  1 1  tug  after  the  Holy  S  ('.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, — 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love, 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  —  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

o  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Plosannas  languish  on  our  tongues. 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

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ADOEATION. 

Dear  Lord !  and  shall  wc  ever  live, 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove ! 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


322. 


Pentecost.  C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day, 

To  thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord !  thy  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not,  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 

Enough  for  us  to  trace  thy  will, 

In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

5  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay, 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 

Mcrjinald  Hcbcr,  1S12. 


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The  Hope  of  Salvation.  C.  M. 

1  Eternal  Spirit !  —  God  of  truth  ! 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Kindle  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

198 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

'T  is  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  soul, 
With  guilt  and  fears  oppressed  ; 

'T  is  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 

Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be ; 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 

May  worship  only  thee. 

Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear, 
That  we  're  the  sons  of  God ; 

Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

Thomas  Cotterill,  1810. 


324 


The  Descent  of  the  Spirit.  C  M. 

1  Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayers, 

And  make  this  house  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  powers, 
Oh  !  come,  great  Spirit !  come. 

2  Come  as  the  light ;  to  us  reveal 

Our  emptiness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire ;  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacrificial  flame  ; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dove ;  and  spread  thy  wings, 

The  wings  of  peaceful  Jove  ; 
And  let  thy  church  on  earth  become 
Blessed  as  the  church  above. 

5  Come  as  the  wind  ;  with  rushing  sound, 

And  pentecostal  grace, 
That  all,  of  woman  born,  may  see 
The  glory  of  thy  face. 

Andrew  Reed,  1S29. 
199 


ADORATION. 


325. 


The  Spirit's  Work.  C.  M. 

1  Etehnal  Spirit !  by  whose  power 

Are  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
On  our  cold  hearts  thy  blessing  shower ; 
And  stir  them  with  thy  breath. 

2  'T  is  thine  to  point  the  heavenly  way, 

Each  rising  fear  control, 
And,  with  a  warm,  enlivening  ray, 
To  melt  the  icy  soul. 

3  'T  is  thine  to  cheer  us,  when  distressed, 

To  raise  us,  when  we  fall ; 
To  calm  the  doubting,  troubled  breast, 
And  aid  when  sinners  call. 

4  'T  is  thine  to  bring  God's  sacred  word, 

And  write  it  on  our  heart; 

There  its  reviving  truths  record, 

And  there  its  peace  impart. 

5  Almighty  Spirit !  visit  thus 

Our  hearts,  and  guide  our  ways ; 
Pour  down  thy  quickening  grace  on  us, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 

Wm.  Hileij  Bathurst,  1S30. 


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•  The  Fount  of  Light. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  our  hearts  inspire, 

Let  us  thine  influence  prove ; 

Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire ! 

Fountain  of  light  and  love ! 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  for,  moved  by  thee, 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  ; 
Unlock  the  truth,  —  thyself  the  key ; 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove  ! 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 
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328 


God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 

The  depths  of  love  divine. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


Tlie  Spirit  of  Adoption.  C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  holiness  !  look  down, 

Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer  ; 
And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown, 
Oh !  bring  thy  comforts  near. 

2  The  fear,  which  thy  convictions  wrought, 

Oh !  let  thy  grace  remove  ; 
And  may  the  souls,  which  thou  hast  taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Xow  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before  ; 
Isovr  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal, 
That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

£  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 
And  make  our  darkness  light,  — 
That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 
'Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  Then,  as  the  wondering  eyes  discern 
The  Lord's  unclouded  face, 
In  fitter  language,  wo  shall  learn 
To  sing  triumphant  grace. 

Wm.  Hiley  Bathurst,  1830. 
•  The  Source  of  Life  and  Light.  C.  M. 

1  Great  Spirit!  by  whose  mighty  power 

All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benediction  shower  ; 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

2  Hail,  Source  of  light !  arise  and  shine ; 

Darkness  and  doubt  dispel ; 
Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine  ; 
In  us  for  ever  dwell. 
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ADOEATION. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise  ; 

Complete  redemption  bring; 
New  tongues  impart,  to  speak  the  praise 
Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 

4  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 

To  all  the  world  beside ; 
Exulting,  then,  we  feel,  and  own 
Our  Jesus  glorified. 

Thomas  Haweis,  1792. 


329. 


330 


The  new-creating  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  power  and  might !  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed ; 
Creator  Spirit !  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word;  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy, 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ, 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ? 

4  And,  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  the  Saviour  came  ? 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


The  Comforter.  C.  M. 

1  JMy  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 
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THE  HOLY   SFIEIT. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs, 
The  Comforter  is  come  ! 

3  Down  from  above,  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love ; 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

John  Mason,  1683. 
•J* J  1  •  The  Outpouring  of  the  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky ! 

Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

Xew  life  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  to  our  heart  reveals ; 
Our  bodies  he  his  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come.  Holy  Spirit !  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love ; 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire. 

Thomas  Cottcrill,  1810,  a. 


332. 


"0  Fons  Amor  is!"  C.  M. 

1  O  Holt  Spirit,  Fount  of  love, 

Blest  Source  of  gifts  divine ! 
Kindle,  we  pray  thee,  from  above, 
The  inmost  souls  of  thine. 

2  Bond  of  the  sacred  Trinity  ! 

Knit  thou  our  hearts  in  one, 
To  know  the  blessed  unity 
Of  Father  and  of  Son. 
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333 


334. 


ADORATION. 

Shed  in  eacli  faithful  heart  abroad 
Love  that  doth  all  excel ; 

That  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

W.  J.  E.  L ,  1869. 


"  Veni,  Creator  Spiritus  J  "  C.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator !  come, 

Inspire  these  souls  of  thine  ; 
Till  every  heart,  which  thou  hast  made, 
Is  filled  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace  ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace. 

4  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 

And  Son,  from  death  revived, 
And  with  them  both,  thee,  Holy  Ghost ! 
Who  art  from  both  derived. 


Lat.,  Jlabanus  Maurus,  840. 
Tr.,  Nahum  Tate,  (?)  1703. 


The  sanctifying  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come  ; 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Hevive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

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335. 


330. 


THE   IIOLY  SPIKIT. 

'T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 

And  new-create  the  whole. 

Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 

Joseph  Hart,  1753. 


The  Descent  of  the  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power. 

2  TVe  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling. breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  light !  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre,  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 
The  Spirit's  Work.  S.  M. 

Spirit  of  faith !  come  down, 

Reveal  the  things  of  God ; 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 

And  witness  with  the  blood. 
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ADOBATION. 

2  'T  is  thine  the  blood  t'  apply, 

And  give  us  eyes  to  see  ; 

Who  did  for  every  sinner  die, 

Hath  surely  died  for  me. 

3  Oh  !  that  the  world  might  know 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ! 
Spirit  of  faitli !  descend  and  show 
The  virtue  of  his  name. 

4  The  grace  which  all  may  find, 

The  saving  power  impart ; 
And  testify  to  all  mankind, 
And  speak  in  every  heart. 

Charles  Wesley,  1747. 


337. 


The  Comforter.  S.  M. 

1  Blest  Comforter  Divine ! 

Whose  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  above ; — 

2  Thou!  who  with  'still  small  voice," 

Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay  ;  — 

3  Thou  !  whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear ;  — 

4  Thou  !  who  dost  fill  the  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ;  — 
Blest  Comforter !  to  us  impart 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

Mrs.  Lydia  H.  Siyourney,  1825. 


338 


The  Pentecostal  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  O  Holy  Spirit !  come, 

And  Jesus'  love  declare  ; 
Oh !  tell  us  of  our  heavenly  home, 
And  guide  us  safely  there. 
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THE  HOLT  SPIEIT. 

2  Our  unbelief  remove, 

By  thine  almighty  breath ; 
Oil !  work  the  wondrous  work  of  love, 
The  mighty  work  of  faith. 

3  Come,  with  resistless  power ; 

Come,  with  almighty  grace ; 
Come,  with  the  long-expected  shower, 
And  fall  upon  this  place. 

4  We  know  thou  hast  the  power  ; 

Oh !  let  that  power  be  shown ; 

We  know  that  this  is  mercy's  hour; 

Oh  !  make  thy  mercy  known. 

5  Thy  sceptre,  Lord !  extend, 

Pity  our  deep  distress  ; 
Thou  art  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Thy  waiting  servants  bless. 

6  We  bless  thee  for  thy  grace, 

And  thine  almighty  power  ; 
We  bless  thee  for  thy  holy  place, 
And  this  accepted  hour. 

Oswald  Allen,  18C2. 


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The  quickening  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Light,  life,  and  joy  dispense  ; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

3  01: !  melt  this  frozen  heart, 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 
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340. 


341 


ADORATION. 

The  profit  will  be  mine, 

But  thine-  shall  be  the  praise ; 

Cheerful  to  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Benjamin  Bcddome,  1770. 
Faith,  Hope,  and  Love. 

Holy  Ghost !  my  soul  inspire  ; 
Spirit  of  th'  almighty  Sire  ! 
Spirit  of  the  Son  divine  ! 
Comforter  !  thy  gifts  be  mine. 

Holy  Spirit !  in  my  breast, 
Grant  that  lively  faith  may  rest ; 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thought 
To  believe  what  thou  hast  taught. 

When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest !  the  tempest  still, 
And  with  hope  my  bosom  fill. 

Holy  Spirit !  from  my  mind 
Thought,  and  wish,  and  will  unkind. 
Deed  and  word  unkind  remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  love. 

Faith,  and  hope,  and  charity, 
Comforter  !  descend  from  thee : 
Thou  th'  anointing  Spirit  art ; 
These  thy  gifts  to  us  impart! 

Till  our  faith  be  lost  in  sight, 
Hope  be  swallowed  in  delight, 
Love  return  to  dwell  with  thee, 
In  the  threefold  Deity. 

Richard  Manl,  1837. 
The  indvjclling  Spirit. 

1  Holt  Ghost !  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 
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2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened,  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit !  all -divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  cf  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne, 
Reign  supreme,  —  and  reign  alone. 

Andrew  Reed,  1517. 


342 


343. 


THe  eealing  Spirit.  7a. 

1  Gracious  Spirit !  Dove  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast,  — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord  !  for  ever  thine. 

John  Stockcr,  1776. 
"Vcni,  Sancte  Spiritrr!"  7a 

Come,  thou  Holy  Spirit !  come ; 
And,  from  thine  eternal  home, 
Shed  the  ray  of  light  divine; 

1 4  203 


ADORATION. 

Come,  thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
Come,  thou  Source  of  all  our  store ! 
Come,  within  our  bosoms  shine. 

Thou,  of  comforters  the  best, 

Thou,  the  soul's  most  welcome  Guest, 

Sweet  refreshment  here  below! 
In  our  labor,  rest  most  sweet ; 
Grateful  shadow  from  the  heat ; 

Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe ! 

O  most  blessed  Light  divine, 
Shine  within  these  hearts  of  thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill ; 
If  thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay, 

All  our  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

Ileal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew ; 
On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew  ; 

Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away  ; 
Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will, 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill, 

Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

On  the  faithful,  who  adore 
And  confess  thee,  evermore 

In  thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend ; 
Give  them  virtue's  sure  reward, 
Give  them  thy  salvation,  Lord! 

Give  them  joys  that  never  end. 

Lat.,  Robert  II.  of  France,  996. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 


3U. 


The  Guidance  of  the  Spirit.  7s. 

1  Holy  Spirit !  once  again 

Come,  thou  true  eternal  God ! 
Nor  thy  power  descend  in  vain ; 

Make  us  ever  thine  abode  ; 
Let  the  Spirit,  joy  and  light, 
Dwell  in  us  where  all  was  night. 

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145 


THE  HOLY   SPIEIT. 

Pour  into  our  heart  and  mind 
"Wisdom,  counsel,  truth,  and  love, 

That  we  be  to  naught  inclined, 

Save  what  thou  mayest  well  approve; 

Let  thy  knowledge  spread  and  grow, 

Working  error's  overthrow. 

Guide  us,  Lord !  from  day  to  day, 
Keep  us  in  the  paths  of  grace, 

Clear  all  hindrances  away, 

That  might  foil  us  in  the  race  ; 

When  we  stumble,  hear  our  call, 

Work  repentance  for  our  fall. 

Lord !  preserve  us  in  the  faith, 
Suffer  naught  to  drive  us  thence, 

Neither  Satan,  scorn,  nor  death ; 
Be  our  God,  and  our  Defence; 

Though  the  flesh  resist  thy  will, 

Let  thy  word  be  stronger  still. 

And,  when  we  at  last  must  die, 
Oh  !  assure  the  sinking  heart, 

Of  the  glorious  realm  on  high, 

Where  thou  healest  every  smart,  — 

Of  the  joys  unspeakable, 

Where  our  God  would  have  us  dwell. 

Ger.,  Joachim  Ncandcr,  1680. 
Tr.,  Catliarine  Winkworth,  1£58. 


*'  Veni,  Sancte  Sjriritus  !  "  Gs  &  4a, 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost !  in  love, 
Shed  on  us,  from  above, 

Thine  own  bright  ray  : 
Divinely  good  thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart, 
To  gladden  eaWi  sad  heart ; 

Oh  !  come  x)-day ! 

2  Come,  tendcrest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest ! 

With  soothing  power ; 

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346. 


ADORATION-. 

Rest,  which  the  weary  know  ; 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow ; 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erllow ; 
Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

Come,  Light  serene  !  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast : 
We  know  no  dawn  but  thine ; 
Send  forth  thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest. 

Exalt  our  low  desires  ; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires ; 

Heal  every  wound ; 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend ; 
Our  icy  coldness  end ; 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

Come,  all  the  faithful  bless ; 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward ; 
Victorious  death  accord. 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy  !  , 

Lat.,  Robert  II.  of  France,  996. 
Tr.,  Ray  Palmer,  1858. 

III.-R  EVELATION. 


Psalm  19.  6s  &  4a. 

1  How  perfect  is  thy  law, 
Our  souls  from  sin  to  draw, 

And  make  us  wise  ! 
Thy  word,  O  Lord  !  is  right, 
It  gives  us  sweet  delight ; 
Thy  truth,  so  pure  and  bright, 
Illumes  our  eyes. 

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THE  HOLY  SCRIPTUBE3. 

2  How  lasting  is  thy  fear ! 
Thy  judgments  all  appear 

Righteous  and  true  ; 
More  precious  far  than  gold, 
Their  sweetness  can't  be  told ; 
They  make  thy  servant  bold 

And  joyful  too. 

3  Who  all  his  errors  knows  ? 
My  secret  faults  disclose  ; 

Thy  servant  guard ; 
Then  upright  I  shall  be, 
From  willful  errors  free, 
And  rightly  worship  thee, 

Redeemer,  Lord ! 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1837. 
(  •  The  Lijht  of  Revelation.  6s  L  is. 

1  Thou  !  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us.  we  humbly  pray, 
And.  where  the  gospel's  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

<•  Let  there  be  light !  " 

2  Thou  !  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind,  — 
Oh  !  now  to  all  mankind 

"  Let  there  be  light ! " 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving  holy  Dove ! 

Speed  forth  thy  flight: 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And,  in  earth's  darkest  place, 

"  Let  there  be  light ! " 

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348. 


KEVELATION. 

Blessed  and  holy  Three, 
All  glorious  Trinity,  — 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ! 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide,  — 

"  Let  there  be  light ! " 

John  Marriott,  1813. 
The  Diffusion  of  the  Scriptures.  6s  &  is. 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might ! 
Father  of  love  and  light ! 

Speed  on  thy  word  : 
Oh  !  let  the  gospel  sound 
All  the  wide  world  around, 
"Wherever  man  is  found  : 

God  sj>eed  his  word! 
Our  thanks  we  give  to  thee  ; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be,  — 

Glory  to  God ! 
Thine  was  the  mighty  plan, 
From  thee  the  work  began, 
Away  with  praise  of  man,  — 

Glory  to  God! 
Lo !  what  embattled  foes, 
Stern  in  their  hate,  oppose 

God's  holy  word ! 
One  for  his  truth  we  stand, 
Strong  in  his  own  right  hand, 
Firm  as  a  martyr-band : 

God  shield  his  word  1 
Onward  shall  be  our  course, 
Despite  of  fraud  or  force  : 

God  bless  his  word ! 
His  word  ere  long  shall  run 
Free  as  the  noonday  sun; 
His  purpose  must  be  done  : 

God  bless  his  word  ! 

Hugh  Stowcll,  1852,  a. 
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349 


Psalm  19.  S.  51 

1  Behold  !  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  maker,  God; 
And  all  his  starry  worlds,  on  high, 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  different  land, 

Their  general  voice  is  known  ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Christian  lands  !  rejoice  ; 

Here  he  reveals  Ins  word  ; 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice, 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  laws  are  just  and  pure. 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great. 

6  "While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King ! 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1710. 


350 


PSALM  19.  S.  M. 

1  Behold  !  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But,  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

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351. 


352 


REVELATION. 

How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord ! 

And  men  securely  trust. 

My  gracious  God  !  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh  !  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  Superiority  of  the  Scriptures.  S.  M. 

1  O  Loud  !  thy  perfect  word 

Directs  our  steps  aright ; 
Nor  can  all  other  books  afford 
Such  profit  or  delight. 

2  Celestial  beams  it  sheds, 

To  cheer  this  vale  below ; 
To  distant  lands  its  glory  spreads, 
And  streams  of  mercy  flow. 

3  True  wisdom  it  imparts ; 

Commands  our  hope  and  fear  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  hide  it  in  our  hearts, 
And  feel  its  influence  there. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  17C0. 


T.SALM  19.  L.  P.  M. 

1  I  Love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distressed ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 
21G 


THE   nOLT   SCRIPTURES. 

From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  ; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold,  that  hath  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But 't  is  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord  ! 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God  !  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain  : 
Accept  my -poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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Tlie  written  Word.  L.  M. 

1  Inspiker  of  the  ancient  seers  !  — 

"Who  wrote  from  thee  the  sacred  page, 
The  same  through  all  succeeding  years, 

To  us,  in  our  degenerate  age, 
The  Spirit  of  thy  word  impart, 
And  breathe  the  life  into  our  heart. 

2  While  now  thine  oracles  we  read, 

With  earnest  prayer  and  strong  desire, 
Oh  !  let  thy  Spirit  forth  proceed, 

Our  souls  t'  awaken  and  inspire  ; 
Our  weakness  help,  our  darkness  chase, 
And  guide  us  by  the  light  of  grace. 

Charles  Wesley,  1762. 


35 1. 


The  Worth  of  the  Scriptures.  L.  M. 

1  Joix,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
To  praise  him  for  his  sacred  word,  — 

217 


REVELATION. 

That  word,  like  manna,  sent  from  heaven, 

To  all  who  seek  it  freely  given  ; 

Its  promises  our  fears  remove, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 

It  tells  us,  though  oppressed  with  cares, 
The  God  of  mercy  hears  our  prayers  ; 
Tho'  steep  and  rough  th'  appointed  way, 
His  mighty  arm  shall  be  our  stay ; 
Though  deadly  foes  assail  our  peace, 
His  power  shall  bid  their  malice  cease. 

It  tells  who  first  inspired  our  breath, 
Whose  blood  redeemed  our  souls  from  death 
It  tells  of  grace,  —  grace  freely  given,  — 
And  shows  the  path  to  God  and  heaven  : 
Oh  !  bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord, 
For  all  the  treasures  of  his  word. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 


355. 


The  Bible,  our  Light.  C.  M. 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Its  light,  descending  from  above, 

Our  gloomy  world  to  cheer, 
Displays  a  Saviour's  boundless  love, 
And  brings  his  glories  near. 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

4  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 
218 


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350. 


The  Precimimess  of  the  Holy  Scriptures.  C.  M. 

1  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  griefs  assuage ; 
Here,  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  Here,  consecrated  water  flows, 

To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin  ; 
Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows  ; 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

5  Oh  !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God  ! 

My  roving  feet  command ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


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The  Light  and  Glory  of  the  Word.  C.  M. 

1  Tiie  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ;  — 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
IT  is  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

219 


358. 


BEVELATION. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Coivpcr,  1772. 


The  Excellency  of  the  Holy  Scriptures.  C.  M. 

1  Fatiier  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word, 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  swee!s  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  lon^in^  taste. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oh !  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord ! 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


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Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book  ; 
Great  God  !  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 
220 


THE  HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I  've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

C  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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PSAL3J  80.  C.  M 

1  Blessed  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel !  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

Isaac  Watts,  1713. 
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REVELATION. 

OU 1  •  Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  how  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 

'T  is  daily  uiy  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gosjDel,  Lord ! 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 

How  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And,  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home  ? 

'T  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 
Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well-refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope ; 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


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Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  Loud  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I  '11  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever-fresh  delight. 

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364. 


THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

'T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  of  life  arise ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, — 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 

Our  fairest  hope,  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


TJie  PihjriuCs  Guide.  C  M. 

1  Bright  was  the  guiding  star,  that  led, 

"With  mild  benignant  ray, 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed, 

"Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But,  lo !  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  his  abode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 
To  guide  us  to  our  God. 

3  Oh  !  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads, 

The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way, 

4  Oh!  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path, 

"While  light  and  grace  are  given  ; 
"Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Harriet  Aubcr,  1829. 


The  Faithfulness  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  Begix,  my  tongue!  some  heavenly  theme, 

And  speak  some  boundless  thing,  — 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 
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362. 


Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  how  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 

'T  is  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord ! 

o  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage ! 
How  well  employ  my  tongue ! 
And,  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home  ? 

'T  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 
Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well-refined, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold. 

G  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope ; 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  119.  C.  N. 

1  Lotcd  !  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I  '11  read  the  hist'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever-fresh  delight. 

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TILE   HOLY   SCULPTURES. 

'T  is  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 
Where  springs  of  life  arise ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, — 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 

Our  fairest  hope,  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Tlie  PUffri  C  M. 

1  Bright  was  the  guiding  star,  that  led, 

With  mild  benignant  ray. 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed, 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But.  lo  !  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Xow  points  to  his  abode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  nisdit, 
To  guide  us  to  our  God. 

3  Oh  !  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads, 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads, 
The  Christian's  destined  way, 

4  Oh !  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path, 

"While  liriht  and  urace  are  given  ; 

o  c  o  ' 

Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth, 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Harriet  Aubcr,  1823. 
The  Faithfulness  of  God.  C.  M. 

Begix,  my  tongue!  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing,  — 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 

And  the  performing  God. 

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REVELATION. 

3  Proclaim  —  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  !  " 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word, 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  mighty  promise  shines, 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze, 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies : 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

G  Oh !  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
But  whisper,  —  "  Thou  art  mine  1 " 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song, 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad; 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise  ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God  ! 

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THE  HOLT  SCRIPTUBES. 

Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  support  our  age. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Revelation  welcomed.  O.  M. 

1  Hail,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  rays 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing,  o'er  the  mental  world, 

The  healing  beams  of  light! 

2  Jesus  !  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh !  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

John  Buttress,  1820. 


367 


A  Saviour  seen  in  the  Scriptures.  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King ! 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring  ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow, 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above ; 
But,  in  thy  blessed  word,  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read  ! 
There,  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed : 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  lab'ring  conscience  peace ; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 

And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

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369 


KEVELATION. 

For  love  like  this,  Oh  !  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  prolong; 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

Ottiwell  Heginbotham,  1768. 


Psaxm  19.  L.  M. 

1  TriE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 

But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word,  . 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  stars  convey  thy  praise, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So,  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven : 
Lord  !  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Prophecy  and  Inspiration.  L.  M. 

1  'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  warmed  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 
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2  Great  God !  mine  eves  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book  ; 
There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 

And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost,  and  vanish  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure ; 
This  is  thy  word,  and  must  endure. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


370. 


Psalm  19.  1   J*. 

1  The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 

Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  O  Lord  ! 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine,  and  precepts  wise, 
In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

3  "When,  taught  by  painful  proof  to  know 
That  all  is  vanity  below, 

The  sinner  roams  from  comfort  far, 
And  looks  in  vain  for  sun  or  star  ;  — 

4  Soft  gleaming  then  those  lights  divine 
Through  all  the  cheerless  darkness  shine, 
And  sweetly  to  the  ravished  eye 
Disclose  the  Day-spring  from  on  high. 

5  Almighty  Lord !  the  sun  shall  fail, 
The  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
And  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky ;  — 

G  But,  fixed  for  everlasting  years, 
Unmoved,  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres, 
Thy  word  shall  shine  in  cloudless  day, 
"When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 

Robert  Grant,  1S15. 
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BEVELATION. 
O  •  J.  •  The  Law  and  Gospel  contrasted.  L.  M. 

1  The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe ; 

But  't  is  the  gospel  must  reveal 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 

And  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been ; 
Only  the  gospel  can  express 
Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 

3  My  soul !  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gospel  gives  : 
The  man,  that  trusts  the  promise,  lives. 

Isaac  Watts,  1769. 


372 


The  Book  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God ; 

No  other  can  its  place  supply  ; 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode ; 
It  gives  me  wings,  and  bids  me  fly. 

2  Sweet  book  !  in  thee  mine  eyes  discern 

The  image  of  my  absent  Lord  ; 
From  thine  illlumined  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  In  thee  I  "  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  "  that  will  ne'er  decay ;  — ■ 
My  Lord ! — Oh  !  when  will  he  appear, 
And  bear  his  pris'ner  far  away  ? 

4  But  while  I  'm  here,  thou  shalt  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love  ; 
I  '11  read  witli  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  get  a  taste  of  joys  above. 

5  I  know  his  Spirit  breathes  in  thee, 

To  animate  his  people  here ; 
May  thy  sweet  truths  prove  life  to  me, 
Till  in  his  presence  I  appear. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1812. 
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373, 


374. 


THE  HOLY  SCEIPTURES. 
The  Excellency  of  the  Scriptures.  L.  M. 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  ! 

Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon ; 

With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises  —  how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stand ! 

Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 
Assault  my  faith,  with  treacherous  art, 

I  'd.  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 

And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


TJie  Glory  of  the  Scriptures.  L.  M. 

1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
'  T  is  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name  ; 
'  T  is  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here,  Jesus  in  ten  thousand  ways 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  renew  our  hearts ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
And  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

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KEVELATION. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  thoughts  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 
O  (  Ot  The  Power  of  divine  Truth.  L.  M. 

1  This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ;  — 
This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive,  — 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


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IV.-SALVATION. 

I.— THE  NEED   OF  SALVATION. 


Man  condemned  before  God.  S.  M. 

1  An  !  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 

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THE   NEED   OF  SALVATION. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we,  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who,  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 

Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah !  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ! 
None — none  can  meet  him,  and  escape. 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

Cento,  from  Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


377 


An  evil  Heart.  S.  M. 

1  Astonished  and  distressed, 

I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppressed, 
The  source  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Envy  and  pride,  deceit  and  guile, 
Distrust  and  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints  ! 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  serpent  from  his  seat, 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,  —  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  heart  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  be  filled  with  praise. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 
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SALVATION.       • 
*J  *  O  »  Ingratitude  to  Divine  Goodness.  S.  M. 

1  Is  this  the  kind  return, 

And  these  the  thanks  we  owe, — 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 
Break,  sovereign  grace  !  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

5  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707- 


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Psalm  51.  L.  M. 

1  Loud  !  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man,  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart ; 
But  we  're  defiled  in  every  part. 

3  Great  God  !  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
Oh  !  make  me  wise,  betimes  to  see 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

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4  Behold !  I  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop-branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus  !  my  God  !  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


380. 


381 


Tlie  first  and  second  Adam.  L.  M. 

1  Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own ; 
Great  God!  we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
Whence  sprung  our  nature  and  our  shame. 

2  But,  whilst  our  spirits,  filled  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  sing  the  honors  of  thy  grace, 
That  sent  to  save  our  ruined  race. 

3  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  joined  our  nature  to  his  own ; 
Adam,  the  second,  from  the  dust, 
Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 

4  Where  sin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
The  Gospel,  the  Power  of  God.  L.  M. 

1   What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 
That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  woe  ? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 

233 


SALVATION. 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiven, 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heaven  ? 
Can  souls,  all  o'er  defiled  with  sin, 

Make  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh ; 

'T  is  there  such  power  and  glory  dwell, 
As  save  rebellious  souls  from  hell. 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


382 


Psalm  51.  L.  M. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord !  O  Lord !  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God  !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh !  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

i  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord !  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe,    ' 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

)  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death ; 
And,  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

5  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
234 


THE  NEED  OF  SALVATION. 


383. 


384. 


Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psami  130.  L.  M. 

1  From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 

To  thee,  my  God  !   I  raised  my  cries : 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there  ; 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long,  and  wish  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  soul  .before  thy  gate ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 
1  My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain ; 
Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 
5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Acceptance  through  Clirist  alone.  L.  M, 

1  How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
Great  God !  before  thine  awful  bar  ? 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  Mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood,  profusely  spilt, 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus  !  thine  alone, 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone ; 

235 


SALVATION. 


385. 


386. 


Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea, 
"When  we  approach,  great  God !  to  thee 

Samuel  Stcnnett,  1787. 


Pardon  and  Sanctification  in  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 

Our  sin  —  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds, 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there 's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word;  — 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  !  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord  ! 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

1  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God  !  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul, 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

)  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall : 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Conviction  of  Sin  by  the  Law.  C  M. 

1  Lord  !  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But,  since  the  precept  came 
"With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

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387. 


THE  NEED   OF   SALVATION. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  revived  again, 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  My  God !  I  cry  with  every  breath 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


388 


Regeneration.  C.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh. 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake,  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709, 


Repentance  in  View  of  divine  Patience.  C.  M. 

1  And  are  we,  wretches,  yet  alive  ? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'T  is  boundless  —  't  is  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell. 
237 


SALVATION. 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames ; 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames : 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries  —  "  Forbear ! 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

4  Lord !  we  have  long  abused  thy  love,  — 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin ; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  lusts !  shall  ye  command,  — 

No  more  will  we  obey : 
Stretch  out,  O  God !  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


389. 


CM, 

The  Need  of  Regeneration. 


1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  almighty  Spirit !  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall, 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 
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THE  NEED   OF   SALVATION- 

Oli!  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours. 

And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almighty  Lord  !  be  thine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
Justification;  or,  Law  and  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  Vain  are  the  hopes,  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions,  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law, 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus  !  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness, 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


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91. 


H.— THE  INCARNATION  OF  CHRIST. 

Psalm  98.  C.  M. 

1  Joy  to  the  world,  —  the  Lord  is  come ; 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  —  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 

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392 


393 


SALVATION. 

He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
Pie  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Christ's  Mission.  C.  M. 

1  Hark  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes,  — 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And,  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  peace ! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1735. 
The  Angel's  Song.  C.  M 

1  High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes, 

And  join  th'  angelic  throng ; 

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394. 


INCARNATION  OP  CHRIST. 

For  angels  no  such  love  have  known, 

T'  awake  a  cheerful  song. 
Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 
For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes 

With  messages  from  heaven. 
Justice  and  grace,  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  join,  — 

To  us  a  Saviour  's  born. 
Glory  to  God  !  in  highest  strains, 

In  highest  worlds  be  paid ; 
His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaimed, 

And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740,  a. 


The  Nativity  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Mortals  !  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  regions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift,  through  the  vast  expanse,  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  to  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  rushed,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 
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395. 


6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  repeat  — 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! " 
Good- will  and  peace  are  now  complete ; 
Jesus  was  born  to  die. 

Samuel  Medley,  1800. 


396 


The  Incarnation.  C.  M. 


1  Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 

To  our  incarnate  Lord  ; 
Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made,  — 
Oh  !  happy  morn  —  illustrious  hour  !  — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed. 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

5  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  ; 
With  rapture,  then,  let  human  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


The  Birth  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

For  evermore  adored ; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counselor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

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INCABNATIOS  OF  CHBIST. 

3  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread  ; 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know  : 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

John  Morrison,  1781. 
D«  '  4  •  Song  of  the  Angels  at  Christ's  Birth.  C.  M. 

1  While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring, 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord ; — 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign ; 

4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph ;  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song : 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease  !  " 

Nahum  Tate,  1C96. 
^JO.  The  Chorus  of  Angels.  CM. 

1   Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

243 


399. 


SALVATION. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there, 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, — 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King  ! " 

Edmund  H.  Sears,  1835. 


400. 


The  AngcVs  Song. 

1  Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung, 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Mortals  !  awake  ;  let  every  tongue 
Proclaim  his  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high, 

And  sent  his  only  Son, 
To  take  a  servant's  form,  and  die, 
For  evils  we  had  done ! 

3  Good-will  to  men  :  —  ye  fallen  race  ! 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy  ; 
He  comes,  with  rich  abounding  grace, 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 

William  Burn,  1813. 


Joy  at  Immanuel's  Birth.  H   M. 

1  ITatik  !  hark !  —  the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains; 
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INCARNATION  OP  CHRIST. 

Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known ; 
Loud  ring  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

Hark  ;  hark  !  —  the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

Bear  —  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 

What  pity  he  can  show  ;  * 

Ye  winds  that  blow  !  ye  waves  that  roll ! 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

Strike  —  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men  ! 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men !  wake  every  string, 
'T  is  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing. 

Andrew  Reed,  1817. 
The  Birth  of  Christ.  H.  M. 

1  IIatck  !  what  celestial  notes, 

What  melody  we  hear  ! 
Soft  on  the  morn  it  floats, 

And  fills  the  ravished  ear  : 
The  tuneful  shell,  the  golden  lyre, 
And  vocal  choir,  the  concert  swell. 

2  Th'  angelic  hosts  descend, 

With  harmony  divine ; 
See  how  from  heaven  they  bend, 

And  in  full  chorus  join  ! 
"  Fear  not,"  say  they,  "  great  joy  we  bring  ; 
Jesus,  your  King,  is  born  to-day. 

3  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals  !  spread  the  sound, 
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403. 


SALVATION. 

And  let  your  raptures  fly, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
For  peace  on  earth,  from  God  in  heaven, 
To  man  is  given,  at  Jesus'  birth." 

-47ioft.,  1778. 
Good-Will  toward  Men. 

1  Lo  !  God,  our  God,  has  come  ; 

To  us  a  child  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given  : 

Bless,  bless  the  blessed  morn! 
Oh  !  happy,  lowly,  lofty  birth  ! 
4  Now  God,  our  God,  has  come  to  earth. 

2  Rejoice !  our  God  has  come, 

In  love  and  lowliness  ; 
The  Son  of  God  has  come, 

The  sons  of  men  to  bless ; 
God  with  us  now  descends  to  dwell,  — 
God  in  our  flesh  —  Iramanuel. 

3  Praise  ye  the  Word  made  flesh ; 

True  God,  true  man  is  he; 
Praise  ye  the  Christ  of  God  ; 

To  whom  all  glory  be  ! 
Praise  ye  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Praise  ye  the  King  that  comes  to  reign. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1868. 


.  The  Nativity  of  Christ.  7* 

1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing,  — 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! " 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  !  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
Universal  nature  !  say,  — 

"  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  to-day  !  " 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 

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Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  ! 
Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity ! 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  t'  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel  here  ! 
Hail  the  heavenly  Prince  of  peace, 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 


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The  incarnate  Deity.  1%, 

1  Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  Child  is  born ; 

From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven, 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given. 

2  On  his  shoulder  he  shall  bear 
Power  and  majesty,  and  wear, 
On  his  vesture  and  his  thigh, 
Names  most  awful,  names  most  high. 

3  Wonderful  in  counsel,  he, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity ; 
Sire  of  ages,  ne'er  to  cease  ; 

King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  peace. 

4  Come,  and  worship  at  his  feet ; 
Yield  to  Christ  the  homage  meet, 
From  his  manger  to  his  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
TtvOi  The  guiding  Star.  7m 

1   Sons  of  men !  behold  from  far, 
Hail  the  long-expected  star  ! 
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SALVATION. 

Jacob's  star,  that  gilds  the  night, 
Guides  bewildered  nature  right. 
Fear  not  hence  that  ill  should  flow, 
Wars  or  pestilence  below  ; 
Wars  it  bids  and  tumults  cease, 
Ushering  in  the  Prince  of  peace. 
Mild  he  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night, 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 
Nations  all,  far  off  and  near ! 
Haste  to  see  your  God  appear ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare ; 
Meet  him  manifested  there. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 
The  Nativity  of  Christ.  8.  M. 

1  Behold  !  the  grace  appears, 

The  promise  is  fulfilled  ; 
Mary,  the  wondrous  virgin,  bears, 
And  Jesus  is  the  child. 

2  The  Lord,  the  highest  God, 

Calls  him  his  only  Son ; 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  shall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  sway  ; 
The  nations  shall  his  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay, 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heavenly  form  appears ; 
He  tells  the  shepherds  of  their  joys, 
And  banishes  their  fears  :  — 

5  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heavenly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

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INCARNATION   OF  CHRIST. 

6  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues  ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  joiu, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
4U  i  .  The  wonderful  Child.  S.  M. 

1  Rejoice  in  Jesus'  birth, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 
To  us  a  Child  is  born  on  earth, 
Who  made  both  eartli  and  heaven. 

2  He  reigns  above  the  sky, 

This  universe  sustains  ; 
The  God  supreme,  the  Lord  most  high, 
The  king  Messiah  reigns. 

3  The  mighty  God  is  he. 

Author  of  heavenly  bliss, 
The  Father  of  eternity, 

The  glorious  Prince  of  peace. 

4  His  government  shall  grow, 

From  strength  to  strength  proceed, 
His  righteousness  the  church  o'erflow, 
And  all  the  earth  o'erspread. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


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The  unspeakable  Gift.  &  M. 

1  Father  !  our  hearts  we  lift 

Vp  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son. 

2  Jesus,  the  holy  Child, 

Doth,  by  his  birth,  declare, 
That  God  and  man  are  reconciled, 
And  one  in  him  we  are. 

3  A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 

"Which  never  more  shall  end  ; 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  King  of  kings, 
Declares  himself  our  Friend. 
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409 


410 


Oh  !  may  we  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  peace  ; 
And  meekly  in  his  spirit  live, 

And  in  his  love  increase  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


The  Song  of  Angels.  S 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  warbling  in  the  skies  ? 
Sure,  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  — 
Loudest  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy; — 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ; 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  glory  sing : 
Glad,  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  "  Hasten,  mortals  !  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  you  sing  before  him,  — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! " 

6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth, 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

John  Cawood,  1825. 


The  Incarnation.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Shepherds  !  hail  the  wondrous  stranger, 
Now  to  Bethle'm  speed  your  way ; 
Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  to-day. 

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412. 


IXCAB>'ATION   OF  CHRIST. 

Bright  the  star  of  your  salvation, 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapturous  news  for  every  nation  : — 

Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story. 
Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 

Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory.  — 
Sinners  saved  from  death  and  hell. 

Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour, 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by ; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever ! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 

Anon,  1836. 
Christ,  the  Desire  of  all  Nations.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus  ! 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

Charles  Wesley,  1741 


The  Worship  of  the  Child  Jesus.  8a  &  7a. 

1   Come,  ye  lofty  !  come,  ye  lowly ! 
Let  your  songs  of  gladness  ring  ; 
In  a  stable  lies  the  Holy, 
In  a  manger  rests  the  King. 

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2  See,  in  Mary's  arms  reposing, 

Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored  ; 
Come,  your  circle  round  him  closing, 
Pious  hearts  that  love  the  Lord ! 

3  Come,  ye  poor  !  no  pomp  of  station 

Robes  the  Child  your  hearts  adore ; 
He,  the  Lord  of  all  salvation, 

Shares  your  want,  is  weak  and  poor. 

4  Come,  ye  gentle  hearts  and  tender  ! 

Come,  ye  spirits  keen  and  bold  ! 
All  in  all,  your  homage  render, 

Weak  and  mighty,  young  and  old ! 

5  High  above  a  star  is  shining, 

And  the  wise  men  haste  from  far ; 
Come,  glad  hearts,  and  spirits  pining  ! 
For  you  all  has  risen  the  star. 

6  Let  us  bring  our  poor  oblations, 

Thanks  and  love  and  faith  and  praise; 
Come,  ye  people !  come,  ye  nations  ! 
All  in  all,  draw  nigh  to  gaze. 


413. 


Archer  T.  Gurney,  1860. 


Good  Tidings  of  great  Joy.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Angels  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story  ! 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth : 

Come,  and  worship  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds  !  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, — 
God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  light : 

Come,  and  worship  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages  !  leave  your  contemplations ;  — 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
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Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 
Ye  have  seen  Lis  natal  star  : 

Come,  and  worship  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints !  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear,  — 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear  : 

Come,  and  worship  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners  !  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains,  — 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you  ;  break  your  chains: 

Come  and  worship  — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 
TAT*  Messiah's  Advent.  lls&lCi 

1  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning ! 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain ! 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning ! 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ! 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning ! 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3  Lo  !  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Loud  from  the  mountain  top  echoes  are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song. 

4  See !  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the  ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high ; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

5  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning ! 

Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain  ! 

2.33 


SALVATION. 

Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1830. 
4:10.  Star  of  the  East.  lis  &  10a 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East !  —  the  horizon  adorning,  — 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration,  — 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East !  —  the  horizon  adorning  — 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Reginald  Heber,  1827. 
41b.  The  Star  of  Bethlehem.  L.  M. 

1  When,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye : 
Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks ;  — 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 

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The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind,  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark : 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose  ;  — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And,  thro'  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace  : 
Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Henry  Eirke  White,  1804. 
T:  1  4  .  Our  Lords  Nativity.  L.  M. 

1  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill ; 
When  Salem's  shepherds,  thro'  the  night, 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light; 
On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  to  Zion  came  ; 

High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rung, 
While  thus  they  smote  their  harps,  and  sung : 

2  "  O  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again  ; 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign : 
See !  mercy,  from  her  golden  urn, 
Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn ; 
Behold  !  she  binds,  with  tender  care, 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

3  He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart ; 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart ; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom. 

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419 


SALVATION. 

O  Zion  !  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh  ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 
The  Prince  of  Salem  conies  to  reign. 

Thomas  Campbell,  1800. 
HI.—  THE  MINISTRY   OF  CHEIST. 


Psalm  45.  L.  M. 

1  Now  be  my  heart  inspired,  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King ; 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  —  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head  ; 
And,  with  his  sacred  Spirit,  blessed 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
The  Miracles  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Behold  !  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ; 
Behold  !  the  dead  awake  and  live ; 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap,  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  lianas  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood; 
He  rises,  the  triumphant  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence,  and  for  ever,  from  my  heart, 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 

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msjHnrs  of  cheist. 

And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

lM.a:   WattM,  1709. 
4  J'  '.  T\e  Teazldnj  of  Jams.  L.  M. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  list'ning  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  foTwcrs'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gLomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiiing  an  immortal  day. 

3  •'•  Come,  wanderers !  to  my  Father's  home, 

Come,  ali  ye  weary  ones  !  and  rest :  " 
Yes.  sacred  Teacher  !  we  wi'l  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

J..  Bomrimg,  1323. 
T~  I .  The  Example  €  t  1"  ri  t.  L.  iL 

1  Whexe'eb  the  angry  passions  rise. 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes.  — 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  Oh  !  how  benevolent  and  kind! 

How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Fathers  will. 

Was  his  employment  and  delight  ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life,  divinely  bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  lahors  of  his  life  were  1 
Oh  !  if  we  lave  the  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine-  example  move. 

Anne  Steele,  17^. 
IT  257 


SALVATION. 


422. 


The  Example  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord  ! 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love  and  meekness,  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

i  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1703. 


423 


TJie  Meekness  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  Oh  !  who,  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
Thou  God  of  God,  thou  Light  of  Light ! 
Oh  !  who,  like  thee,  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  Oh  !  who,  like  thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  Ev'n  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

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5  Oh!  in  thy  light,  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ! 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God ! 

Arthur  Cleveland  Coxc,  1838. 


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425 


The  Loving-Kindness  of  Christ.  L.  "SL 

1  When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  sojourned  here, 
Where'er  he  went  affliction  fled, 

And  sickness  rear'd  her  drooping  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night 
Beheld  his  face,  for  he  was  light; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

3  Demoniac  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
With  melancholy  transport  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  his  soul. 

4  His  touch  the  outcast  leper  healed, 
His  lips  the  sinner's  pardon  sealed  ; 
The  palsied  frame,  the  crippled  limb, 
Felt  virtue  going  forth  from  him. 

5  Through  paths  of  lovimr  kindness  brought, 
May  all  our  work  in  him  be  wrought ; 

In  his  great  name,  let  us  dispense 
The  crumbs  of  our  benevolence. 

James  Montgomery,  1797. 
The  Example  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Behold  where,  in  the  Friend  of  man, 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  inet, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

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SALVATION. 

3  Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  ineek  lie  stood  ; 
His  foe*,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  lus  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done !" 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide; 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
Oh.  may  we  tread  his  sacred  steps, 
And  his  bright  glories  share. 

William  Enfield,  1802. 
4J0.  Psalm  103.  CM. 

1  God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise  ! 

Thy  glory  is  my  song; 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace, 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When,  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  .Son  on  earth  was  found, 

With  cruel  slanders,  false  and  vain, 

They  compassed  him  around. 

3  Their  miseries  his  compassion  move, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursued  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  raged  without  a  cause; 

Yet,  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  prayed  for  murderers  on  his  cross, 
And  blessed  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord  !  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes? 
Give  me  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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The  Offices  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

That  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 
Jesus  !  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  reverence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  offered  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King ; 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  saves  by  different  ways  ! 
His  mercies  lay  a  sovereign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


428 


Christ's  Compassion  to  the  Weak.  C.  M, 

1  With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High-Friest  above ; 

His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  stood  ; 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 
And,  in  his  measure,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 
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429. 


430 


SALVATION. 

Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power ; 

"We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace, 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


The  forgiving  One.  C.  M. 

1  What  grace,  O  Lord !  and  beauty  shone 

Around  thy  steps  below  ! 
"What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe  ! 

2  For,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh  !  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee  ; 

Like  thee,  O  Lord  !  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye, 

In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 
That  gentleness  and  grace  that  springs 
From  union,  Lord !  with  thee. 

Edward  Denny,  1839, 


Christ,  the  Way,  the  Truth,  and  the  Life.  C.  M. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way  ;  —  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he,  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord  !  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth;  —  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 
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431 


MINISTRY  OF  CHRIST. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  ;  —  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those,  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

George  W.  Boone,  1824. 
Christ,  our  Example.  8s  &  7s, 

1  Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading, 

In  the  ancient  holy  Book, 
Of  my  Saviour's  gentle  pleading, 
Truth  in  every  word  and  look. 

2  How,  when  children  came,  he  blessed  them, 

Suffered  no  man  to  reprove, 
Took  them  in  his  arms,  and  pressed  them 
To  his  heart,  with  words  of  love. 

3  How,  to  all  the  sick  and  tearful, 

Help  was  ever  gladly  shown  ; 
How  he  sought  the  poor  and  fearful, 
Called  them  brothers  and  his  own. 

4  How  no  contrite  soul  e'er  sought  him, 

And  was  bidden  to  depart ; 
How,  with  gentle  words,  he  taught  him, 
Took  the  death  from  out  his  heart. 

5  Still  I  read  the  ancient  story,  — 

And  my  joy  is  ever  new,  — 
How  for  us  he  left  his  glory, 
How  he  still  is  kind  and  true. 

0  How  the  flock  he  gently  leadeth, 
.  Whom  his  Father  gave  him  here ; 
How  his  arms  he  widely  spreadeth, 
To  his  heart  to  draw  us  near. 

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SALVATION. 

Let  me  kneel,  my  Lord !  before  thee, 
Let  my  heart  in  tears  o'erflow. 

Melted  by  thy  love  adore  thee, 
Blessed  in  thee,  mid  joy  or  woe. 

Ger.,  Louisa  Hensel,  1829. 

Tr.,  Catherine  Winkworth,  1853. 

IV THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 


432. 


The  Suffering  Saviour.  83  &  7s. 

1  Suffering  Son  of  man !  be  near  me, 

In  my  sufferings  to  sustain ; 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  thy  clays  of  flesh  below, 
"When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 
Underneath  a  world  of  woe. 

3  When  thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burdened  with  a  wounded  spirit, 
Bruised  by  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark  satanic  hour ; 
By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power. 

Charles  Wesley,  1767,  a. 


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*J  •  The  great  Sacrifice.  8s  &  7s. 

1  "  Stricken,  smitten  and  afflicted," 

See  him  dying  on  the  tree ! 
'T  is  the  Christ  by  man  rejected ; 
Yes,  my  soul !  't  is  he !  't  is  he ! 

2  Mark  the  sacrifice  appointed  ! 

See  who  bears  the  awful  load ; 
'T  is  the  Word,  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Son  of  man,  and  Son  of  God. 

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435. 


THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  wounded  ! 

Sacrifice  to  cancel  guilt! 
None  shall  ever  be  confounded 

Who  on  him  their  hope  have  built. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


The  Paschal  Lamb.  8s  &  7a 

1  Hail  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus ! 

Hail !  thou  Galilean  King ! 
Who  didst  suffer  to  release  us ; 

Who  didst  free  salvation  bring : 
Hail !  thou  universal  Saviour, 

Who  hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame ! 
By  whose  merits  we  find  favor, 

Life  is  given,  through  thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed  ! 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made : 
Every  sin  may  be  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven  ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

John  Bake-well,  1760. 


The  great  A  tonement.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Great  High  Priest !  we  view  thee  stooping, 

With  our  names  upon  thy  breast, 
In  the  garden,  groaning,  drooping, 

To  the  ground  with  horrors  pressed : 
Weeping  angels  stood  confounded 

To  behold  their  Maker  thus, 
And  can  we  remain  unwounded 

When  we  know  't  was  all  for  us  ? 

2  On  the  cross  thy  body  broken 

Cancels  every  penal  tie : 
Tempted  souls!  produce  this  token, 
All  demands  to  satisfy : 
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SALVATION. 


All  is  finished  ;  do  not  doubt  it ; 

But  believe  your  dying  Lord  ; 
Never  reason  more  about  it ; 

Only  take  him  at  his  word. 

o  Lord  !  we  fain  would  trust  thee  solely  ; 

'T  was  for  us  thy  blood  was  spilled : 
Bruised  Bridegroom  !  take  us  wholly  ; 

Take  and  make  us  what  thou  wilt : 
Thou  hast  borne  the  bitter  sentence 

Passed  on  man's  devoted  race  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentence 

Are  thy  gifts,  thou  God  of  grace  ! 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 


TLt)U«  The  Finished  Redemption.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  !  —  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky : 

"  It  is  finished ! " 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finished ! " —  Oh  !  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord  : 

"  It  is  finished  !  " 
Saints  !  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ! 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Iinmanuel's  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb ! 

Jonathan  Evans,  1787. 
TcO  I  •  "Prome  vocem,  mens,  canoram."  8s  &  7s. 

1  Now,  my  soul !  thy  voice  upraising, 
Tell,  in  sweet  and  mournful  strain, 
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433 


THfi  ATOXTNG  SACRIFICE. 

How  the  Crucified,  enduring 

Grief,  and  wounds,  and  dying  pain, 

Freely  of  his  love  was  offered, 
Sinless  was  for  sinners  slain. 

2  See  !  his  hands  and  feet  are  fastened ; 

So  he  makes  his  people  free  : 
Not  a  wound  whence  blood  is  flowing 

But  a  fount  of  grace  shall  be  ; 
Yea,  the  very  nails  which  nail  him 

Nail  us  also  to  the  tree. 

3  Through  his  heart  the  spear  is  piercing, 

Though  his  foes  have  seen  him  die  ; 
Blood  and  water  thence  are  streaming 

In  a  tide  of  mystery, 
"Water  from  our  guilt  to  cleanse  us, 

Blood  to  win  us  crowns  on  high. 

4  Jesus  !  may  those  precious  fountains 

Drink  to  thirsting  souls  afford ; 
Let  them  be  our  cup  and  healing, 

And  at  length  our  full  reward ; 
So  a  ransomed  world  shall  ever 

Praise  thee,  its  redeeming  Lord. 

Lat.,  Santolius  Majlorianus,  1650. 
Tr.,  Henry  Williams  Baker,  1861. 


"  Pawje,  Linjua I"  8s  &  7a. 

1  Sing,  my  tongue  !  the  Saviour's  glory ; 

Tell  his  triumphs  far  and  wide  ; 
Tell  aloud  the  wondrous  story 

Of  his  body  crucified ; 
How  upon  the  cross  a  victim, 

Vanquishing  in  death  he  died. 

2  Such  the  order  God  appointed 

When  for  sin  he  would  atone  ; 
To  the  serpent  thus  opposing 

Schemes  yet  deeper  than  his  own ; 
Thence  the  remedy  procuring, 

Whence  the  fatal  wound  had  come. 

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439. 


SALVATION. 

3  Thus  did  Christ  to  perfect  manhood 

In  our  mortal  flesh  attain : 
Then  of  his  free  choice  lie  goeth 

To  a  death  of  bitter  pain  ; 
lie,  the  Lamb,  upon  the  altar 

Of  the  cross,  for  us  was  slain. 

4  Lo,  with  gall  his  thirst  he  quenches  ! 

See  the  thorns  upon  his  brow ! 
Nails  his  hands  and  feet  are  rending ! 

See,  his  side  is  open  now ! 
Whence,  to  cleanse  the  whole  creation, 

Streams  of  blood  and  water  flow. 

Lat.,  Venuntius  Fortunatus,  GOO. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 

"  0  Haupt  voll  Blut  und  Wunden."  7s  &  6a 

1  O  sacred  head,  now  wounded ! 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown  ;  — 
O  sacred  head !  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  thine  ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  thou,  my  Lord  !  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain  : 
Lo !  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour  ! 

'T  is  I  deserve  thy  place ; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide  : 
My  Lord  of  life  !  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
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THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

Beside  thy  cross  expiring, 
I  'd  breathe  my  soul  to  thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend ! 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Oh  !  make  me  thine  for  ever  ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord  !  let  me  never,  never. 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee  ! 

And,  when  I  am  departing, 

Oh  !  part  not  thou  from  me! 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord  !  and  set  me  free  ; 
And,  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 

By  thine  own  pain  and  woe. 

Be  near  me  when  I  'm  dying, 

Oh  !  show  thy  cross  to  me  ! 
And,  for  my  succor  flying. 

Come,  Lord  !  and  set  me  free ! 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  lie,  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  thy  love. 

Ger.,  Pool  G  rhardt,  1G^6. 
Tr.,  Jamts   IV.  Alaamder,  1849. 


The  Prayer  of  A'jomj.  8  8  6,  8  4 

1  Bkyoxd  where  Kidron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go 

To  sad  Gethsemane ! 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  lie  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men  ; 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane; 
2Gl) 


441. 


SALVATION. 

He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above  — 
"  My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  ?  " 
With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will, 

In  sad  Gethsemane  ; 
"  Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son ; 
And,  Father  !  let  thy  will  be  done." 
The  Father  heard  ;  and  angels,  there, 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain ; 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 
When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We  '11  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1833. 


Gethsemane.  7s. 

1  Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient,  and  to  pains  inured  ; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloom}r,  sad  Gethsemane ! 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ; 

Vengeance,  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and,  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God  : 
See,  my  soul !  thy  Saviour  see, 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane ! 

3  There  my  Lord  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed ; 
But  the  horrors  which  he  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane ! 
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THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

Sins  against  a  holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws, 

Sins  against  his  love,  his  blood, 
Sins  against  his  name  and  cause ; 

Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea  ! 

Hide  me,  0  Gethsemane ! 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

One  almighty  God  of  love, 
Hymned  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 

In  thy  shining  courts  above  ! 
We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three ! 
Bless  thee  for  Gethsemane. 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 


Christ,  our  Example  in  Suffering.  7s. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ! 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
Oh  !  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

Oh !  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time,  — 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete : 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

I  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ;  — 
Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
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443 


Christ  is  risen  !  —  he  meets  our  eyes  ; 
Saviour  !  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

Jamts  Montgomery,  1819. 


The  Garden  Scene.  7s. 

1  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne ; 
Weeping  soul !  no  longer  mourn ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee: 

There  thine  every  sin  he  bore : 
Weeping  soul !  lament  no  more. 

2  All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid  ; 
See  !  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours : 
Wounded  in  our  stead  he  is, 
Bruised  for  our  iniquities. 

3  Weary  sinner !  keep  thine  eyes 
On  th'  atoning  sacrifice  ; 
There  th'  incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see  ! 
There  his  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed,  and  bruised,  and  crowned  with  thorns. 

4  See  thy  God  his  head  bow  down ; 
Hear  the  Man  of  sorrows  groan*, 
For  thy  ransom  there  condemned, 
Stripped,  derided,  and  blasphemed  : 
Bleeds  the  Guiltless  for  th'  unclean, 
Made  an  offering  for  thy  sin. 

5  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem : 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away  : 
Now,  by  faith,  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

6  Lord  !  thine  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed : 

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445. 


THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me  : 
At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay  : 
Shine,  Oh  !  shine  my  fears  away  ! 

Augustus  M.  Tcplady,  1759. 


Christ,  our  Sacrifice.  S.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  akars  slain, 
Could  give  the  gu'.lty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ;  — 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

"While,  like  a  penitent,  I  stand, 

And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, — 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb,  with  cheerful  voice, 


And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 


Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


"Saevo  Dolorum  Turhine."  S.  M. 

1  OVrnvTiELMED  in  depths  of  woe, 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn, 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  light; 

The  mid-day  heavenc  grow  pale, 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 
18  27  J 


446 


447 


SALVATION. 

3  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs ! 
Come,  rich  and  poor !  come,  all  mankind ! 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

4  Come,  fall  before  his  cross, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  blood  ; 
Who  died,  the  victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

5  Jesus  !  all  praise  to  thee, 

Our  joy  and  endless  rest ! 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here, 
Our  crown  amid  the  blest ! 

Lat.,  Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 

Christ,  suffering  for  our  Sins.  S.  M. 

1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God,  — 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour, 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head, 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
•  At  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  O  Jesus  !  sweet  the  tears  I  shed, 
While  at  thy  cross  I  kneel, 
Gaze  at  thy  wounded,  fainting  head, 
And  all  thy  sorrows  feel. 
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THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

My  heart  dissolves  to  see  thee  bleed, 

This  heart  so  hard  before  ; 
I  hear  thee  for  the  guilty  plead, 

And  grief  o'erflows  the  more. 

'T  was  for  the  sinful  thou  didst  die, 

And  I  a  sinner  stand  : 
What  love  speaks  from  thy  dying  eye, 

And  from  each  pierced  hand  ! 

I  know  this  cleansing  blood  of  thine 
Was  shed,  dear  Lord  !  for  me,  — 

For  me,  for  all,  —  Oh  !  grace  divine  !  — 
Who  look  by  faith  on  thee. 

O  Christ  of  God  !  O  spotless  Lamb ! 

By  love  my  soul  is  drawn  ; 
Henceforth,  for  ever,  thine  I  am ; 

Here  life  and  peace  are  born. 

In  patient  hope,  the  cross  I  '11  bear, 

Thine  arm  shall  be  my  stay  ; 
And  thou,  enthroned,  my  soul  shalt  spare, 

On  thy  great  judgment-day. 

Ray  Palmer,  1867. 


"  Vexilla  Regis  prodeunt."  C.  SI 

1  The  royal  banner  is  unfurled, 

The  cross  is  reared  on  high, 
On  which  the  Saviour  of  the  world 
Is  stretched  in  agony. 

2  See  !  through  his  holy  hands  and  feet 

The  cruel  nails  they  drive : 
Our  ransom  thus  is  made  complete, 
Our  souls  are  saved  alive. 

3  And,  see !  the  spear  hath  pierced  his  side, 

And  shed  that  sacred  flood, 
That  holy  reconciling  tide, 
The  water  and  the  blood. 

4  Ha:l,  holy  cross  !  from  thee  we  learn 

The  only  way  to  heaven  : 
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SALVATION. 

And  Oh  !  to  thee  may  sinners  turn, 
And  look,  and  be  forgiven  ! 

So  let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name, 

And,  with  exulting  cry, 
The  triumph  of  the  cross  proclaim 

To  all  eternity. 

Lat.,   Venantius  Fortunatus,  580. 
Tr.,  John  Chandler,  1837. 

"Lugete,  Pacis  Anuria "  C.  M. 

1  Angels  !  lament ;  behold  !  your  God 

Man's  sinful  likeness  wears  ; 
Behold  !  upon  th'  accursed  tree 
Man's  sins  the  Saviour  bears. 

2  O  Christ!  with  wondering  minds  we  see 

What  mighty  love  was  thine ; 
Did  God  consent  to  suffer  thus  ? 
And,  Oh  !  shall  man  repine  ? 

3  No,  Saviour  !  no  ;  the  power  of  death 

Thy  cross  hath  overcome, 
To  save  us,  not  from  earthly  woe, 
But  from  th'  eternal  doom. 


450 


Lat.,  Charles  Coffin,  1720. 
Tr.,  John  Chandler,  1837. 


Christ,  the  limna  Fountain.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  fountain,  fdled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 

And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
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THE  ATONIXG  SACRIFICE. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
"When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

William  Cowper,  1779. 
•  Godly  Sorrow  at  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  —  grace  unknown  !  — 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

1  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord  !  I  give  myself  away  ;  — 
'T  is  all  that  I  can  do. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


452. 


Christ  crucified.  C.  M. 

1   Beitold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

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2  Hark  !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'T  is  done;  the  precious  ransom  's  paid: 

"  Receive  my  soul !  "  he  cries  : 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine : 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ? 

Samuel  Wesley,  Sr„  1703. 


453 


Calvary.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  dear  and  hallowed  spot, 

Oft  present  to  my  eye ; 
By  saints  it  ne'er  can  be  forgot ;  — 
That  place  is  Calvary. 

2  Oh  !  what  a  scene  was  there  displayed 

Of  love  and  agony, 
When  our  Redeemer  bowed  his  head, 
And  died  on  Calvary  ! 

3  When  fainting  under  guilt's  dread  load, 

Unto  the  cross  1 11  11  y ; 
And  trust  the  merit  of  that  blood 
Which  flowed  at  Calvary. 

4  Whene'er  I  feel  temptation's  power, 

On  Jesus  I  '11  rely  ; 
And,  in  the  sharp  conflicting  hour, 
Repair  to  Calvary. 

5  When  seated  at  the  feast  of  love, 

Then  will  I  fix  mine  eye 
On  him,  who  intercedes  above, 
Who  bled  on  Calvary. 
G  When  the  dark  scene  of  death,  the  last 
Momentous  hour  draws  nigh, 
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4oi. 


THE  ATONING  SACRIFICE. 

Then,  with  my  dying  eyes,  I  '11  cast 
A  look  on  Calvary. 

Anon,  1858. 


Th  <   Wonders  of  Kcderrption.  C.  JL 

1  And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes.  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high,  — 
Surprising  mercy  !  love  unknown  !  — 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 
For  man,  —  Oh  !  miracle  of  grace  !  — 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled ! 

4  Dear  Lord  !  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  snatched  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God, 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


455 


The  Lamb  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  Thou  Lamb  of  God  !  that,  on  the  tree, 

Our  bitter  burdens  bore, 
And  loved  till  death  a  worm  like  me,  — 
I  bow,  admire,  adore. 

2  Thy  head,  the  crown  of  thorns  that  wears, 

With  brightest  radiance  glows  ; 
That  face,  so  marred  with  blood  and  tears, 
Transcendent  beauty  shows. 

3  Those  wounded  hands,  stretched  out  so  wide, 

Proclaim  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And,  from  the  cleft  of  thy  pierced  side, 
Life-giving  streams  descend. 

4  By  men  despised,  rejected,  scorned,  — 

No  beauty  they  can  see,  — 

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456. 


457 


With  grace  and  glory  all  adorned, 
The  loveliest  form  to  me. 

Thomas  Haweis,  1792. 


Gcthsemane.  L.  M. 

1  'T  is  midnight,  —  and,  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone ; 
'T  is  midnight,  —  in  the  garden,  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'T  is  midnight,  —  and,  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'T  is  midnight,  —  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight,  —  and,  from  ether-plains, 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains, 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

William  B.  Tappan,  1829. 


Christ's  Passion.  L.  ]\£, 

1  Tiie  morning  dawns  upon  the  place, 

Where  Jesus  spent  the  night  in  prayer; 
Through  yielding  glooms  behold  his  face ! 
Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Brought  forth  to  judgment,  now  he  stands 

Arraigned,  condemned,  at  Pilate's  bar; 
Here,  spurned  by  fierce  praetorian  bands, 
There,  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn, 

Mock  homage  of  the  lip  and  knee, 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  th'  accursed  tree. 
&  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found, 
lie  neither  threatens  nor  complains  ; 
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Meek,  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound,  — 
Dumb,  midst  his  murdorers  he  remains. 

5  But  hark !  he  prays  ;  —  't  is  for  his  foes  ; 

He  speaks; — 'tis  comfort  to  his  friends; 
Answers,  —  and  paradise  bestows  ; 

He  bows  his  head ;  —  the  conflict  ends. 

6  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God  — 

Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disguise  ; 
And,  bruised  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 
Not  for  himself,  —  for  man  be  dies. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


458. 


Psalm  63.  L.  M. 

1  Deep  in  our  hearts,  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul  ! 

2  Yet,  gracious  God  !  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  sins  which  we  had  done. 

3  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restored  ; 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

4  Oh  !  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

I.aac  Watts,  1719. 


45D. 


The  vicarious  Sufferer.  L.  M. 

1   Flow  fast,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great ; 
This  tribute  claims  an  injured  Friend  ; 
One,  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 

And  yet  he  loved  me  to  the  end  : 
"When  death  his  terrors  round  me  spread, 
And  aimed  his  arrows  at  my  head, 
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Christ  interposed,  the  wound  he  bore, 
And  bade  the  monster  dare  no  more. 

2  Fast  flow,  my  tears  !  yet  faster  flow  ! 

Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide ; 
'T  was  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow  ; 

I  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side 
Keen  pangs  and  agonizing  smart 
Oppress  his  soul,  and  rend  his  heart ; 
While  justice,  armed  with  power  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what 's  due  to  mine ! 

3  Fast  and  yet  faster  flow,  my  tears  ! 

Love  breaks  the  heart,  and  drains  the  eyes  ;  — 
His  visage  marred  towards  heaven  he  rears, 

And,  pleading  for  his  murderer,  dies ! 
My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  gives  me,  in  a  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 

Walter  Shirley,  1774. 
"xOl/.  The  Hidings  of  the  Father's  Face.  L.  M. 

1  From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard  — 

A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  : 
My  Saviour!  every  mournful  word 
Bespeaks  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 

On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 
And  all  the  swarming  hosts  of  hell 
Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  disgrace,  — 

These  thou  could'st  bear,  nor  once  repine; 
But,  when  Jehovah  veiled  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break  ! 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ! 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul !  awake  ! 
He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

John  W.  Cunningham,  1820. 
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461. 


Ctirist's  Entrance  into  Jerusalem.  L.  JL 

1  Ride  on,  ride  on,  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ; 

O  Christ  ;   thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  en,  in  majesty ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down,  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes, 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on,  in  majesty  ! 
Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh ; 
The  Father,  on  his  sapphire  throne, 
Expects  his  own  anoiuted  Son. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on,  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  ; 
Bow  thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain ; 
Then  take,  O  God  !  thy  power,  and  reign  ! 

Henry  Hart  Milman,  1827. 


462. 


Crucifixion  to  the  World.  L.  M. 

1  Wheb  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord  !  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See !  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 
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SALVATION 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
TtOO«  Sufferings  of  the  Redeemer.  L.  M. 

1  Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies  ; 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 

See!  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide ! 

2  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 

To  die  for  man  —  surprising  grace ! 

Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by  !  — 

Oh  !  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour  !  why? 

3  And  didst  thou  bleed?  —  for  sinners  bleed? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 

No  !  lie  withdrew  his  sickening  ray, 
And  darkness  veiled  the  mourning  day. 

4  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  min^lin^  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

5  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  thy  power  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
The  Crucifixion  of  Jesus.  L.  M. 

1  On  !  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 
Oh  !  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ; 

Oh  !  come,  together  let  us  mourn ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 
While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride? 

Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs  ! 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 

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THE  ATONING   SACRIFICE. 

3  How  fast  his  hands  and  feet  are  nailed  ! 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried; 
His  failing  eyes  are  blind  with  blood  ; 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

4  Come  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross  ; 

So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 
Fall  gently  on  us,  drop  by  drop  : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified  ! 

Frederick  IF.  Fabcr,  1819,  a. 
400.  Clirist,  the  Physician  of  the  Soul.  L.  1L 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made; 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns 

With  fatal  strength  in  every  part : 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  case  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near  ; 

Look  up,  O  !  fainting  soul !  and  live  ; 
See, —  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give. 

5  See,  — in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  How: 
'T  is  only  this  dear  sacred  flood, 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  woe. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


4G6. 


The  Wonders  of  the  Cross.  L.  3L 

1  Nature,  with  open  volume,  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad  ; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  GotL 

2co 


SALVATION. 

2  But,  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 
His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  't  is  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines. 

o  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join. 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchased  pleasures  mine. 

4  Oh  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

5  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


407. 


"  It  is  finished  I "  L.  M. 

1  "  'T  is  finished  ! "  —  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died : 

"  'T  is  finished  !  "  —  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  "  'T  is  finished  !  —  this  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath." 

3  "  'T  is  finished  ! "  —  Heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled  : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  "  'T  is  finished  !  "  —  let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 
"  T  is  finished  !  "  —  let  the  echo  fly, 
Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky 

Samuel  Sicnnett,  1787. 
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468 


469 


Christ's  Agony  in  the  Garden.  C.  L.  M. 

1  He  knelt  —  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 

When  but  his  Father's  eye 
Looked  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade, 

On  that  dread  agony  ; 
The  Lord  of  all,  above,  beneath, 
Was  bowed  with  sorrow  unto  death. 

2  The  sun  set  in  a  fearful  hour ; 

The  stars  might  well  grow  dim, 
When  this  mortality  had  power 

So  to  o'ershadow  him  ! 
That  he,  who  gave  man's  breath,  might  know 
The  very  depths  of  human  woe. 

3  He  proved  them  all  —  the  doubt,  the  strife, 

The  faint,  perplexing  dread, 
The  mists  that  hang  o'er  parting  life, 

All  darkened  round  his  head  ; 
And  the  Deliverer  knelt  to  pray  ; 
Yet  passed  it  not,  that  cup,  away. 

4  It  passed  not  —  though  the  stormy  wave 

Had  sunk  beneath  his  tread  ; 
It  passed  not  —  though  to  him  the  grave 

Had  yielded  up  its  dead  : 
But  there  was  sent  him  from  on  high, 
A  gift  of  strength,  for  man  to  die. 

5  And  was  his  mortal  hour  beset 

With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 
How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet, 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ?  — 
How,  but  thro'  him,  that  path  who  trod  ? 
Save,  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God ! 

Mrs.  Felicia  D.  Jlcmans,  1834. 

v. — Christ's  resurrection. 

The  Sepulchre  on  Sabbath  Morning.  C.  L.  M. 

1  How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn, 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 

237 


470. 


SALVATION. 

Where  Christ,  the  crucified  was  borne, 

And  veiled  in  midnight  gloom ! 
Oh  !  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain  ! 
The  Lord  is  risen  —  he  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints  !  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord  ; 
"  Behold  the  place  !  —  he  is  not  here  !  " 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarred  ; 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain  ; 
The  Lord  is  risen  —  he  lives  again. 

3  Now  cheerful,  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

Your  early  footsteps  bend, 
The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend  ; 
Once,  by  the  law,  your  hopes  were  slain, 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 

'T  is  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord,  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears  : 
Oh  !  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain ; 
The  Lord  is  risen  —  he  lives  again. 

5  And,  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shines  upon  the  soul, 

How  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  he  hath  risen  that  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1S32. 
A  risen  Saviour.  S.  M. 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !  " 

Then  is  his  work  performed  ; 
The  captive  Surety  now  is  freed, 

And  death,  our  foe,  disarmed. 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  "  — 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey : 
With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 

To  reign  in  endless  dav. 

2S8 


471. 


CIIEIST  S  EESUBBECTION. 

u  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  "  — 

He  lives  to  die  no  more  ; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 

Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ! "  — 

Attending?  angels  !  hear  ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 
Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join,  all  the  bright,  celestial  choirs  ! 


To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


Thomas  Kelly,  1801. 


ChrisCs  Ascension.  8.  M. 

1  Tnou  art  gone  up  on  high, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  thy  throne  unceasingly 
The  songs  of  praise  arise. 

2  But  we  are  lingering  here, 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed  : 
Lord  !  send  thy  promised  Comforter, 
And  lead  us  to  thy  rest. 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 

But  thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  agony, 
To  pass  unto  thy  crown. 

1  And,  girt  with  griefs  and  fears, 
Our  onward  course  must  be  ; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 
Lead  us,  at  last,  to  thee. 

"i  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 
But  thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 
Attendant  in  thy  train. 

3  Oh  !  by  thy  saving  power, 
So  make  us  live  and  die, 

19  2S9 


SALVATION. 


472 


473. 


That  we  may  stand,  in  that  dread  hour, 
At  thy  right  hand  on  high. 

Mrs.  Emma  Toke,  1851. 


The  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

1  Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  ! 

Your  noblest  music  bring  ; 
'T  is  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Down  to  the  shades  of  death, 

He  bowed  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign, 

When  death  itself  is  dead. 

3  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

4  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 

High  on  the  Father's  throne  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ.  7s. 

1  Angel  !  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
Death !  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ; 
See !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour  ;  angels  !  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  world's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Shout,  ye  saints  !  in  rapturous  song, 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong ; 
Shout  the  Son  of  God,  this  morn 
From  his  sepulchre  new-born. 

4  Heaven  displays  her  portals  wide  ; 
Glorious  Hero  !  through  them  ride  ! 

290 


m 


475 


CHEISTS   EESURRECTION. 

King  of  glory  !  mount  the  throne,  — 
Thy  great  Father's  and  thine  own. 
Powers  of  heaven  !  seraphic  fires  ! 
Sing,  and  sweep  your  golden  Lyres  ; 
Sons  of  men  !  in  humbler  strain, 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 
Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captived  hell ! 
"Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  king  ? 
Where,  0  death  !  thy  mortal  sting? 

Thomas  Scott,  1772. 


The  Resurrection  of  Cfiri<t.  7&, 

1  "  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day  !  " 
Sons  of  men,  and  angels  !  say  ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens  !  and,  earth  !  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  : 
Christ  has  opened  paradise. 

i  Lives  again  our  glorious  King ! 

••  Where,  0  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  ?  " — 
Dying  once,  he  all  doth  save  ;  — 
u  Where  thy  victory.  O  grave  ?  " 

Charles  Wesley,  1730. 


Jcui  rising.  7s. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ; 
Jesus  dissipates  its  gloom : 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies  — 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Christians  !  dry  your  flowing  tears  ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears  : 

291 


SALVATION. 

Look  on  his,  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid  ! 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away : 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 

4  So  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
So  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

William  B.  Collycr,  1812. 


476 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ.  7s. 

1  Sing,  O  heavens  !  O  earth  !  rejoice  ; 
Angel  harp,  and  human  voice  ! 
Bound  him,  as  he  rises,  raise 

Your  ascending  Saviour's  praise. 

2  Bruised  is  the  serpent's  head  ; 
Hell  is  vanquished,  death  is  dead ; 
And  to  Christ,  gone  up  on  high, 
Captive  is  captivity. 

3  All  his  work  and  warfare  done, 
He  into  his  heaven  is  gone  ; 
And,  beside  his  Father's  throne, 
Now  is  pleading  for  his  own. 

4  Sing,  O  heavens  !  O  earth  !  rejoice  ; 
Angel  harp  and  human  voice  ! 
Round  him,  in  his  glory,  raise 
Your  ascended  Saviour's  praise. 

John  S.  B.  Monsell,  1862. 


477. 


The  Ascension  of  Christ.  7a. 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Ravished  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Reascends  his  native  heaven. 
292 


CHRIST'S  RESURRECTION. 

There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  ; 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 
Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 
See  !  he  lifts  his  hands  above  ! 
See  !  he  shows  the  prints  of  love  ! 
Hark  !  his  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  his  church  below  ! 
Still  for  us  his  death  he  pleads  ; 
Prevalent,  lie  intercedes  ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 


478. 


Christ  and  the  Saints  in  Glory.  7i. 

1  "  Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates  !  unfold, 

Closed  no  more  by  death  and  sin  ; 
Lo  !  the  conquering  Lord  behold  ! 
Let  the  King  of  glory  in." 

2  Hark  !  th'  angelic  host  inquire,  — 

"  Who  is  he,  the  mighty  King?" 
Hark  again  !  the  answering  choir 
Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing  :  — 

3  "  He,  whose  powerful  arm  alone 

On  his  foes  destruction  hurled  ; 
He,  who  hath  the  victory  won, 
He,  who  saved  a  ruined  world  : 

4  He,  who  God's  pure  law  fulfilled, 

Jesus,  the  incarnate  Word  ; 
293 


470. 


SALVATION. 

He,  whose  truth  with  blood  was  sealed  ; 
He  is  heaven's  all-glorious  Lord." 

Harriet  Aubcr,  1829. 


The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  CJirist.  II.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  glorious  morn, 

That  saw  our  Saviour  rise, 
With  victory  bright  adorned, 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes  ! 
Ye  saints  !  extol  your  risen  Lord, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  sweet  accord. 

2  Behold !  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Th'  atoning  sacrifice, 
Sustains  the  dreadful  load 

Of  man's  iniquities  ; 
Death,  sin  and  hell,  our  cruel  foes, 
All  vanquished  fell,  when  Jesus  rose. 

3  The  Conqueror  ascends, 

In  triumph  to  the  skies  ; 
Celestial  hosts  attend, 

To  crown  his  victories  ; 
Hark  !  they  proclaim  his  glorious  name ; 
And  heaven  resounds  ImmanueFs  fame. 

i  Now,  to  the  throne  above, 

Let  every  saint  draw  near ; 
There  dwells  incarnate  love, 

Grace  sits  triumphant  there  ; 
See  mercy  smile,  e'en  on  that  throne, 
Where  once  did  wrath  and  justice  frown. 

)  All  praise  be  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  offered  up  his  blood  ! 
Hosannas  to  his  name, 

That  for  our  ransom  stood ; 
In  notes  sublime,  with  joy  we  sing 
The  love  divine  of  Christ,  our  King. 

John  Peacock,  1776. 
294 


480. 


Christ's  resurrection. 

The  Condescension  and  Love  of  Christ.  II.  M. 

1  Come,  every  pious  heart, 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name  ! 
Your  noblest  powers  exert, 

To  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 

And  such  his  love  for  you, 
He  freely  undertook 

What  Gabriel  could  not  do  ; 
His  every  deed  of  love  and  grace, 
All  words  exceed,  and  thoughts  surpass. 

3  lie  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  ; 
"What  he  endured,  Oh  !  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  ? 

4  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes, 

In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

5  Jesus  !  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love, 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve  : 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  thee  we  give  ; 
The  gift,  though  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 


481 


The  Besurrection  of  Christ.  II.  M. 

1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And,  o'er  our  hellish  foes, 
295 


482. 


SALVATION. 

High  raised  his  conquering  head  : 
In  wild  dismay,  the  guards  around 
Fell  to  the  ground,  and  sunk  away. 

Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way. 
From  realms  of  day,  to  such  a  tomb. 

Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear ; 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,  —  "  Jesus,  who  bled, 
Hath  left  the  dead  ;  —  he  rose  to-day." 

Ye  mortals  !  catch  the  sound,  — 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 

And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 

Transported,  cry,  —  "  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  : 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
With  thee  we  rise,  with  thee  \ve  reign, 
And  empires  gain,  beyond  the  skies. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


Christ  exalted  to  the  Throne.  H.  M. 

1   God  is  gone  up  on  high, 

With  a  triumphant  noise  ; 
The  clarions  of  the  sky 

Proclaim  th'  angelic  joys  : 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 
29G 


CHRIST  S  RESURRECTION". 

2  God  in  the  flesh  below, 

For  us  he  reigns  above  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know 

Our  Jesus'  conquering  love  : 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing  ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

3  All  power  to  our  great  Lord 

Is  by  the  Father  given  ; 
By  angel  hosts  adored, 

He  reigns  supreme  in  heaven  : 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

4  High  on  his  holy  seat, 

He  bears  the  righteous  sway ; 
His  foes  beneath  his  feet 

Shall  sink,  and  die  away  ; 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

5  Till  all  the  earth,  renewed 

In  righteousness  divine, 
With  all  the  hosts  of  God, 

In  one  great  chorus  join, 
Join,  all  on  earth  !  rejoice  and  sing, 
Glory  ascribe  to  glory's  King. 

Charles  Wesley,  1747. 
*rO»J.  Clirist's  Sufferings  and  Glory.  L  M. 

1  Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 

To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice  !  in  heavenly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing  —  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above,  — 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th'  almighty  Captive  pris'ner  lay ; 
297 


SALVATION. 


m 


485 


Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 
Jesus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heavenly  plains. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Christ's  Humiliation,  Exaltation,  and  Triumph.  L.  M. 

1  The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
That  brightest  monument  of  praise, 
That  e'er  the  God  of  love  designed, 
Employs  and  fills  my  laboring  mind. 

2  Begin,  my  soul !  the  heavenly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  ; 
When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love  ;  — 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He,  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds  and  groans ; 
The  Prince  of  life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  glory  bows  to  death. 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power  ! 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour  ; 
And,  whilst  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dashed  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

G  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdued, 
And  sin  was  drowned  in  Jesus'  blood : 
Then  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  173G. 


Psalm  68.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky ; 
298 


Christ's  resurrection. 

Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there ; 
While  he  pronounced  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
"Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
40l).  Psalm  24.  L.  M. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: — 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors !  give  way. 

3  "  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory?  —  who  ?" 

"  The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name." 

5  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  :  — 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  !  give  way." 
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SALVATION. 

G  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory?  —  who?" — 
"  The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed  ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too  ; 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed." 

Charles  Wesley,  1741. 
*v  •  •  Christ,  dying,  rising,  and  reigning.  L.  M. 

1  He  dies  !  —  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here 's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But,  —  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  I  see  !  — 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  —  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints  !  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 

Sing,  —  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains. 

5  Say,  —  "  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !  " 
Then  ask  the  monster,  —  "  Where 's  thy  sting 
And,  "  Where  's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?  " 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 
v.  1,  altered  by  John  Wesley,  1739. 

400.  PSAMI24.  L.  M. 

1  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high  ! 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ?  — 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour,  's  he. 

2  Ye  heavenly  gates  !  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way ; 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqueror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

300 


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•189. 


490 


CUEIST  S  RESURRECTION. 

Raised  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  door, 
To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1710. 


Psat-m  47.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing  ;  — 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  meek  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

5  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne  :  — 

He  loved  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  Jiis  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1710. 


Tne  Resurrection  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears, 

To  set  in  blood  no  more  ; 
Adore  the  Scatterer  of  your  fears  ; 
Your  rising  Sun  adore. 

2  The  saints,  when  he  resigned  his  breath, 

Unclosed  their  sleeping  eyes  ; 
He  breaks  again  the  bands  of  death  ; 
Again  the  dead  arise. 

301 


SALVATION. 

3  Alone  the  dreadful  race  he  ran, 

Alone  the  wine-press  trod  ; 
He  dies  and  suffers  as  a  man  ; 
He  rises  as  a  God. 

4  In  vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal 

Forbid  an  early  rise 
To  him,  who  breaks  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  opens  paradise. 

Samuel  Wesley,  Jr.,  1736. 


491 


"  Cliorus  noxiae  Jerusalem."  C.  M. 

1  Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem  ! 

Your  sweetest  notes  employ, 
The  paschal  victory  to  hymn 
In  strains  of  holy  joy. 

2  For  Judah's  Lion  bursts  his  chains, 

Crushing  the  serpent's  head  ; 
And  cries  aloud,  through  death's  domains, 
To  wake  th'  imprisoned  dead. 

3  Devouring  depths  of  hell  their  prey 

At  his  command  restore  ; 
His  ransomed  hosts  pursue  their  way 
Where  Jesus  goes  before. 

4  Triumphant  in  his  glory  now, 

To  him  all  power  is  given  ; 
To  him  in  one  communion  bow 
All  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

5  While  we,  his  soldiers,  praise  our  King, 

His  mercy  we  implore, 
Within  his  palace  bright  to  bring, 
And  keep  us  evermore. 


492. 


Lat.,of  Fulbert,  1020. 
Tt.,Robert  Campbell,  1850,  o. 


Psalm  47.  C.  M. 


1  Arise,  ye  people  !  and  adore  ; 
Exulting  strike  the  chord  ; 

302 


49° 


CHRIST  S  RESURRECTION. 

Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Confess  th'  almighty  Lord. 
Hark !  the  glad  shouts,  wide  echoing  round, 

Th'  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 
Th'  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 

And  shake  creation's  frame. 
They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 
And  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 

To  the  right  hand  of  power. 
Arise,  ye  people !  and  adore ; 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  : 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Confess  th'  almighty  Lord. 

Harriet  Aubcr,  1829. 


<-)•  The  Resurrection  and  Ascension  of  Christ.  C.  M.. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 

That  clothed  himself  in  clay, 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 
Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoiled  our  hellish  foes. 
See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues ! 

To  reach  his  blessed  abode ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
Bright  angels !  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Tmmanuel's  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
303 


SALVATION. 
a  */  x  •  Tlie  Resurrection-Morn.  C.  M. 

1  Blessed  morning !  whose  young  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode ! 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force, 

To  hold  our  God,  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord ! 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay; 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation,  and  immortal  praise, 

To  our  victorious  King  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  rocks  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
T:  tJO*  The  First-Begotten  of  the  Dead.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay, 
And  hear  angelic  watchers  say, 

"  He  lives,  who  once  was  slain  : 
Why  seek  the  living  midst  the  dead  ? 
Remember  how'the  Saviour  said, 

That  he  would  rise  again." 

2  O  joyful  sound  !  O  glorious  hour, 
When  by  his  own  Almighty  power 

He  rose,  and  left  the  grave  ! 
Now  let  our  songs  his  triumph  tell, 
Who  burst  the  bands  of  death  and  hell, 

And  ever  lives  to  save. 

304 


CHRIST'S  RESUKKECTION. 

The  First-Begotten  of  the  dead, 
For  us  he  rose,  our  glorious  Head, 

Immortal  life  to  bring  ; 
What,  though  the  saints  like  him  shall  die  ? 
They  share  their  Leader's  victory, 

And  triumph  with  their  King. 

No  more  they  tremble  at  the  grave, 
For  Jesus  will  their  spirits  save, 

And  raise  their  slumbering  dust : 
O  risen  Lord  !  in  thee  we  live, 
To  thee  our  ransomed  souls  we  give, 

To  thee  our  bodies  trust. 

Tliomas  Kelly,  1804. 
Altered  by  Henry  W.  Baker,  1861.  * 


496. 


The  Triumph  of  our  Lord.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Jesus,  who  died  a  world  to  save, 
Revives  and  rises  from  the  grave, 

By  his  almighty  power  : 
From  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  set  free, 
He  captive  leads  captivity, 

And  lives  to  die  no  more. 

2  Oh  !  may  we  all  from  sin  awake, 
In  paradise  our  places  take, 

Near  our  exalted  Head  ; 
May  all  our  souls  to  heaven  aspire, 
In  thought,  in  will,  in  strong  desire, 

To  carnal  pleasures  dead  ! 

3  Children  of  God  !  look  up  and  see 
Your  Saviour  clothed  in  majesty, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  tomb  : 
Give  o'er  your  griefs,  cast  off  your  fears, 
In  heaven  your  mansions  he  prepares, 

And  soon  will  take  you  home. 

4  His  church  is  still  his  joy  and  crown  ; 
He  looks  with  love  and  pity  down 

On  her  he  did  redeem  : 

20  305 


SALVATION. 


497 


He  tastes  her  joys,  he  feels  her  woes, 
And  prays  that  she  may  spoil  her  foes, 
And  ever  reign  with  him. 

William  Hammond,  1745. 


The  glorious  Conqueror.  8s  &  7s. 

1  See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph  ! 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds,  his  chariot, 

To  his  heavenly  palace  gate  ! 
Hark  !  the  choirs  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  alleluias  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted 
^  To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory  ; 
He,  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He,  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  his  foes. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature, 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  thee  in  glory  stand ; 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels  ; 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord  !  in  thine  ascension, 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

t  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspirations, 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above  ; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  he  sits  enthroned  in  glory, 

In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

306 


498 


499 


CHRIST  8  EESUERECTIOX. 

So  at  last,  when  he  appeareth, 

"We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
"With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven, 

And  may  meet  him  in  the  ah', 
Rise  to  realms  where  he  is  reigning, 

And  may  reign  for  ever  there. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  1853. 
Christ  triumphant.  Ss,  7s  &  4. 

1  Come,  ye  saints  !  look  here  and  wonder  ; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay ; 
He  has  burst  his  bands  asunder  ; 
He  has  borne  our  sins  away  : 

Joyful  tidings  ! 
Yes,  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Jesus  triumphs  !  —  sing  ye  praises  ;  — 

By  his  death  he  overcame  : 
Thus  the  Lord  his  glory  raises ; 
Thus  he  fills  his  foes  with  shame  : 

Sing  ye  praises  — 
Praises  to  the  victor's  name. 

3  Jesus  triumphs  !  —  countless  legions 

Come  from  heaven,  to  meet  their  King; 
Soon,  in  yonder  blessed  regions, 

They  shall  join  his  praise  to  sing  : 
Songs  eternal 
Shall  through  heaven's  high  arches  ring. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


The  ascending  Saviour.  Cs  &  4s. 

1   Rise,  glorious  Conqueror  !  rise, 
Into  thy  native  skies,  — 
Assume  thy  right : 
And  where,  in  many  a  fold, 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled  — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 
And  reign  in  light ! 

307 


SALVATION. 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  heU ! 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire  ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  lire,  — 

Thou  Lamb,  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down : 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow  ! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw  ! 
Saviour !  triumphant,  go 

And  take  thy  crown  ! 

4  Lion  of  Judali !  hail  !  — 
And  let  thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  a<2;e  : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years  ! 
Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres  ; 
For  thou  has  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

Samuel  Egerton  Brydges,  1820. 


500 


The  Lamb  that  was  slain.  Ca  &  4a. 

1  Archangels  !  fold  your  wings  : 
Seraphs  !  keep  mute  the  strings 

Of  all  your  lyres  : 
The  Lamb  of  God  is  slain  !  — 
But  see  !  —  he  lives  again, 
O'er  earth  and  heaven  to  reign  :  — 

Wake  all  your  choirs  ! 

2  Bow  down  in  gloom,  ye  skies  ! 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  dies, — 

He  dies  —  in  love  : 
Now  lift  your  voices  high, 
Ye  powers  of  earth  and  sky  ! 
He  lives,  no  more  to  die, 

He  reigns  above. 
308 


501 


CHRIST'S   RESURRECTION. 

3  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
His  praises  spread  abroad  ; 

Wake,  heart  and  voice  ! 
Sinners,  with  guilt  distressed  ! 
Saints,  wrapt  in  blissful  rest ! 
Souls,  waiting  to  be  blest ! 

In  Christ  rejoice. 

4  Worthy  is  he  alone 

To  fill  the  Father's  throne, 

And  share  his  praise  : 
Slain  to  redeem  our  race, 
Blest  Jesus  !  full  of  grace, 
In  heaven  now  take  thy  place, 

Ancient  of  days  ! 

Samuel  Egerton  Brydges,  1820,  a. 
VI.— THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD   OF  CHRIST. 
•  Tlie  Reign  of  Christ.  H.  M. 

1  Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King  !  — 

Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals  !  give  thanks,  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, —  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  —  rejoice  ! 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  —  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  —  rejoice  ! 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 
And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  hearts, —  lift  up  your  voice 
Rejoice  !  again,  I  say,  —  rejoice  ! 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 

309 


SALVATION. 


And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
"We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  —  Rejoice  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  174G. 


502 


The  Offices  of  Christ.  H.  M. 

1  Great  Prophet  of  our  God  ! 

Our  tongues  would  bless  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  ; — 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  needs 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  precious  blood  did  once  atone ; 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

3  O  thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King ! 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  ; 
Thine  is  the  power ;  Oh !  make  us  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 

Isaac  Watts.  1709.  a. 
OlIOi  The  Cross  celebrated.  H.  M, 

1  Ye  saints  !  your  music  bring, 

Attuned  to  sweetest  sound  ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound  : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross  —  the  cross  alone  — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 

Like  lightning  from  his  throne, 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell : 

310 


504 


THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD   OF   CHRIST. 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

The  cross  has  power  to  save, 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise ; 
The  cross  has  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies  : 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing ; 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

Andrew  Reed,  1817. 
Christ  enthroned.  7s. 

1  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 

Crowns  unfading  wreathe  his  head  ; 
Jesus  is  the  name  we  sing,  — 

Jesus,  risen  from  the  dead ; 
'.    Jesus,  Conqueror  o'er  the  grave  ; 
Jesus,  mighty  now  to  save. 

2  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 

Angels  come  to  meet  their  King ; 
Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky, 

While  the  Victor's  praise  they  sing : 
"  Open  now,  ye  heaventy  gates  ! 
'T  is  the  King  of  glory  waits." 


Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 

Glory  beaming  from  his  face, 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace  ! 
Oh  !  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing  — 
"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! " 

Jesus  !  on  thy  people  shine ; 

Warm  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues, 
That  with  angels  we  may  join, 

Share  their  bliss,  and  swell  their  songs : 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Lord  !  be  thine  for  evermore  ! 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 
311 


SALVATION. 


505 


The  Coronation  of  Christ. 

1  Crowns  of  glory,  ever  bright, 

Rest  upon  the  Victor's  head ; 
Crowns  of  glory  are  his  right,  — 
His,  "  who  liveth  and  was  dead." 

2  He  subdued  the  powers  of  hell ; 

In  the  fight  he  stood  alone  ; 
All  his  foes  before  him  fell, 
By  his  single  arm  o'erthrown. 

3  His,  the  fight,  the  arduous  toil, 

His,  the  honors  of  the  day, 

His,  the  glory  and  the  spoil ; 

Jesus  bears  them  all  away. 

4  Now  proclaim  his  deeds  afar  ; 

Fill  the  world  with  his  renown : 
His  alone,  the  Victor's  car, 
His,  the  everlasting  crown  ! 

Thomas  Kelly,  1801. 


506 


The  Victor's  Triumph.  7s. 

1  Soxs  of  Zion !  raise  your  songs ; 
Praise  to  Zion's  King  belongs  ; 
His,  the  victor's  crown  and  fame  r 
Glory  to  the  Saviour's  name ! 

2  Sore  the  strife,  but  rich  the  prize, 
Precious  in  the  Victor's  eyes  : 
Glorious  is  the  work  achieved, — 
Satan  vanquished,  man  relieved  ! 

3  Sing  we  then  the  Victor's  praise  ; 
Go  ye  forth  and  strew  the  ways  ; 
Bid  him  welcome  to  his  throne : 
He  is  worthy,  he  alone ! 

4  Place  the  crown  upon  his  brow ; 
Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow  : 
Him  the  brightest  seraph  sings  ; 
Heaven  proclaims  him  "King  of  kings  l" 

Thomas  Kelly,  1339. 
312 


THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD  OP  CHRIST. 


507 


The  Coronation  of  Jesus.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over,  — 

Comes  to  claim  bis  great  reward ; 
Angels  round  the  Victor  hover, 

Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord  ; 
Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

2  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 

Now  becomes  the  Victor's  seat ; 
Lo,  the  Man  on  earth  rejected ! 

Angels  worship  at  his  feet : 
Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  him,  — 

"  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! " 
All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  him, 

All  obey  his  sovereign  word ; 
Haste,  ye  saints  !  your  tribute  bring, 
Crown  him,  everlasting  King. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


508 


The  victorious  Saviour.  8s  &  7a. 

1  "  "Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom," 

All  his  raiment  stained  with  blood, 
To  the  slave  proclaiming  freedom, 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good, 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoils  he  bears  ? 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Traveling  onward  in  his  might ! 
'T  is  the  Saviour  !  Oh  !  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Mighty  to  redeem  the  slave, 
Jesu3  now  is  strong  to  save. 

*  3  Mighty  Victor !  reign  for  ever  ; 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won ; 
313 


509. 


510. 


SALVATION. 

Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done  ; 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes ; 
Thou  wilt  heal  thy  people's  woes. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1839. 
Coronation  of  the  King  of  kings.  8s,  73  &  i. 

Look,  ye  saints  !  —  the  sight  is  glorious ; 

See  the  "  Man  of  sorrows  "  now  ! 
From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow  : 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 

Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

Crown  the  Saviour  !  angels  !  crown  him ! 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 

While  the  heavenly  concave  rings  :  — 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 

Crown  the  Saviour,  "  King  of  kings  ! " 

Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 

Saints  and  angels  !  crowd  around  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name  : 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  those  loud,  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 

Oh  !  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  him  !  crown  him  ! 

"  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 


The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  S  M, 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue  ! 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 
314 


THE  EOTAL  PEIESTHOOD   OF  CHEIST. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  bis  rising  power  ; 
Sing  —  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspire  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners  !  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing,  every  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

o   Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

u  Ye  blessed  children  !  come  ;  " 
Soon  will  he  call  you  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

William  Hammond,  1745. 
Altered,  by  Martin  Mad.an,  1760. 


511 


The  atoning  Blood.  S.  M. 

1  How  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven  ; 
But,  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  : 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 
315 


SALVATION. 


Lord  !  we  adore  thy  ways 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace 


512. 


513 


And  thine  atoning  blood. 


Isaac  Watts,  3703. 


" Summi  Parentis  Filio."  S.  M. 

1  To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  peace, 

And  Son  of  God  most  high, 
The  Father  of  the  world  to  come,  — 
Sing  we  with  holy  joy. 

2  Deep  in  his  heart  for  us 

The  wound  of  love  he  bore,  — 
That  love,  which  still  he  kindles  in 
The  hearts  that  him  adore. 

3  O  Jesus,  Victim  blest ! 

What  else,  but  love  divine, 
Could  thee  constrain,  to  open  thus 
That  sacred  heart  of  thine  ? 

4  O  Fount  of  endless  life  ! 

O  Spring  of  waters  clear ! 
O  Flame  celestial !  cleansing  all 
Who  unto  thee  draw  near ! 

5  Hide  me  in  thy  dear  heart, 

For  thither  do  I  fly  ; 
There  seek  thy  grace  through  life,  in  death 
Thine  immortality. 

Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 


The  Song  of  the  Seraphs.  S.  M. 

1  Crown  him  with  many  crowns, 

The  Lamb  upon  Ins  throne  ; 
Hark !  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 
All  music  but  its  own ! 

2  Awake,  my  soul !  and  sing 

Of  him  who  died  for  thee  ; 
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514. 


THE  EOYAL  PEIESTHOOD   OF   CHEIST. 

And  bail  him  as  thy  matchless  King, 

Through  all  eternity. 
Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  love  ! 

Behold  his  hands  and  side,  — 
Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified : 
Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  peace  ! 

Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways, 
From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

Absorbed  in  prayer  and  praise  : 

Crown  him,  the  Lord  of  years  ! 

The  Potentate  of  time, 
Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 

Ineffably  sublime ! 

JIatthcw  Bridges,  1852. 


Praise  to  Christ.  8.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God ! 

The  Father's  blessed  Son  ! 
The  Father's  bosom  thine  abode, 
The  Father's  love  thine  own :  — 

2  Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

Who,  us  from  hell  to  raise, 
Hast  shed  thy  reconciling  blood  ;  — 
We  give  thee  endless  praise. 

3  God,  and  yet  man,  thou  art ; 

True  God,  true  man  art  thou  ; 

Of  man,  and  of  man's  earth,  a  part, 

One  with  us  thou  art  now  ;  — 

4  Great  Sacrifice  for  sin  ! 

Giver  of  life  for  life  ! 
Bestorer  of  the  peace  within  ! 
True  ender  of  the  strife  ! 

5  To  thee,  the  Christ  of  God, 

Thy  saints  exulting  sing  ; 

The  bearer  of  our  heavy  load, 

Our  own  anointed  King. 

317 


SALVATION. 

6  Rest  of  the  weary,  thou  ! 

To  thee  our  rest  we  come  ; 
In  thee  to  find  our  dwelling  now, 
Our  everlasting  home. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1861. 
OlO»  Christ  enthroned.  S.  M, 

1  Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 

Upon  his  heavenly  seat ; 
The  kingly  crown  is  on  his  brow, 
The  saints  are  at  his  feet. 

2  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Once  slain  on  earth  for  them  ; 
The  Lamb,  through  whose  atoning  blood 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

3  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost ! 

Thy  blessed  help  supply, 
That  we  may  join  that  radiant  host, 
Triumphant  in  the  sky. 

Thomas  James  Judkins,  1837,  a. 


516. 


Crowning  Jesus  Lord  of  all.  C.  M». 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God  ! 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israels  race  ! 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ! 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
■4  Sinners  !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
318 


517 


THE  EOTAL  PEIESTHOOD  OF  CHEIST. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

G  Oh  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Edward  Perron et,  1780,  a. 
Christ's  Kingdom  and  Priesthood.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  oar  Lord  !  ascend  thy  throne, 

And  near  the  Father  sit : 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore  ;  — 
';  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron  is  no  more." 

4  Jesus,  our  Priest,  for  ever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above : 
Jesus,  our  King,  for  ever  gives 


518. 


The  blessings  of  his  love. 


Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  w-yndrov.3  Name.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  the  name  high  over  all, 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky  ; 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus  !  the  name  to  sinners  dear, 

The  name  to  sinners  given ; 
It  scatters  all  their  guilty  fear ; 
It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

310 


519. 


SALVATION. 

3  Oh  !  that  the  world  might  taste  and  see 

The  riches  of  his  grace  ; 
The  arms  of  love  that  compass  me, 
Would  all  mankind  embrace. 

4  His  only  righteousness  I  show, 

His  saving  truth  proclaim  : 
'T  is  all  my  business  here  below, 
To  cry,  "  Behold  the  Lamb  !  " 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 


520. 


The  saving  Name.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God ! 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus  —  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
*T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin. 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  —  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


God  reconciled  in  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God  ! 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood? 


320 


521 


HIE  ROTAL  PRIESTHOOD   OF  CHRIST. 

2  'T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'T  is  by  thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But,  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His.  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast ;  — 
I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


"Jesul  nostra  Eedemptio."  C.  M. 

1  O  Christ  !  our  Hope,  our  heart's  Desire, 

Redemption's  only  Spring ! 
Creator  of  the  world  art  thou, 
Its  Saviour  and  its  King. 

2  How  vast  the  mercy  and  the  love, 

Which  laid  our  sins  on  thee, 
And  led  thee  to  a  cruel  death, 
To  set  thy  people  free  ! 

3  But  now  the  bonds  of  death  are  burst 

The  ransom  has  been  paid  : 
And  thou  art  on  thy  Father's  throne, 
In  glorious  robes  arrayed. 

4  O  Christ !  be  thou  our  present  joy, 

Our  future  great  reward  ! 
Our  only  glory  may  it  be 
To  glory  in  the  Lord  ! 

Lat.,  Ambrose  (?),  390. 
Tr.,  John  Chandler,  1837. 
21  321 


SALVATION. 


522 


The  Sympathy  of  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise 
To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven,  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 


523 


© 


2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  the  throne, 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame, 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Which  he  himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor  time,  nor  distance,  e'er  shall  quench 

The  fervors  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here, 
Nor  is  less  kind  above. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  wear  his  name ; 
Still  may  oar  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith, 
Our  mouths  his  praise  proclaim. 

Anon.,  1818. 


The  almighty  Friend.  C.  M. 

1  He,  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known, 

And  bore  our  sins  and  pains, 
Now,  seated  on  th'  eternal  throne, 
The  God  of  glory  reigns. 

2  His  hands  the  wheels  of  nature  guide, 

With  an  unerring  skill ; 
And  countless  worlds,  extended  wide, 
Obey  his  sovereign  will. 

3  While  harps  unnumbered  sound  his  praise, ' 

In  yonder  world  above, 
His  saints  on  earth  admire  his  ways, 
And  glory  in  his  love. 

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524 


THE  BOYAL   PEIESTHOOD   OF   CHRIST. 

4  How  glorious  he,  how  happy  they, 
In  such  a  glorious  Friend ! 
Whose  love  secures  them  all  the  way, 
And  crowns  them  at  the  end. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
Our  Sigh-Priest  in  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 

Our  great  High-Priest  above  ; 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

"Where  angels  bow  around. 
And,  hin;h  o"er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned  ; — 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say, 
That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, — 

Our  everlasting  trust.  — 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  mouldered  d©wn  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour  !  on  my  breast, 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard,  — 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1737. 
Access  to  the  Throne  of  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord : 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double  flaming  sword. 
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526. 


SALVATION. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son ; 
High  let  us  raise  the  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring 

Great  Advocate  on  high ; 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psalm  46.  C.  M. 

1  Hail,  mighty  Jesus  !  how  divine 

Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart ; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Go  forth,  sweet  Prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And,  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace, 

5  Oh !  may  my  humble  soul  be  found, 

Among  that  favored  band  ; 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound, 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 

Benjamin  Wallin,  1776. 


527 


Praise  to  the  Redeemer.  C.  M. 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 
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THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD   OF   CHRIST. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  —  Oh  !  amazing  love  !  — 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh  I  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels  !  assist  our  mighty  joys  ; 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Isaac  Watts,  3707. 


528 


The  Excellencies  of  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he,  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress  ; 

He  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
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SALVATION. 

Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 

And  makes  my  joys  complete. 
6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 

Lord !  they  should  all  be  thine. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 
O—  1/ .  Perfect  through  Suffering,  C.  AL 

1  The  head,  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now  ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  his,  —  is  his  by  right ; 
"  The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords," 
And  heaven's  eternal  Light : 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 
Their  name,  —  an  everlasting  name  ; 
Their  joy,  —  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  him  above  ; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  — •-  to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

G  The  cross  he  bore  is  life  and  health,  — ■ 
Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1823. 
*JfJ\J  %  Hosanna  to  Jesus.  C.  Mi 

1  Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  grace  ! 
Sion  !  behold  thy  King  ! 
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531 


532. 


THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 

Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  sing. 

Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word, 

Who  from  the  Father  came  ! 
Ascribe  salvation  to  the  Lord, 

"With  blessings  on  his  name. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 
Redeeming  Love.  C.  M, 

1  Come,  heavenly  Love !  inspire  my  song 

With  thine  immortal  flame  ; 
And  teach  my  heart,  and  teach  my  tongue, 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

2  The  Saviour  !  Oh !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

3  Th'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour !  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 

Anne  Steele,  17G0. 


The  oii-svffirient  Sacrifice.  C.  M. 

1  When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

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SALVATION. 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 
Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul,  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'Tis  Jesus'  blood,  that  washes  white, 

His  hand,  that  brings  relief; 
His  heart,  that 's  touched  with  all  our  joys, 
And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ! 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin, 
But  in  thy  wounded  side. 

Mrs.  Cecil  F.  Alexander,  1858. 


533 


The  mighty  Conyueror.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  immortal  King !  arise  ; 

Assume,  assert  thy  sway  ; 
Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  bring, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror !  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit ; 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

This  spacious  earth  around  ; 

Till  every  soul,  beneath  the  sun, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound 

4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ; 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

A.  C.  Hobart  Seymour,  1810. 


534 


Salvation  by  Grace  in  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Now,  to  the  power  of  God  supreme, 
Be  everlasting  honors  given ; 


328 


THE  ROYAL   PRIESTHOOD   OP   CHEIST. 

He  saves  from  hell,  —  we  bless  his  name, 
He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties,  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'T  was  his  own  purpose,  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels,  doomed  to  die  ; 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ,  his  Son, 

Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

5  He  dies,  —  and,  in  that  dreadful  night, 

Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy  ; 
Rising  —  he  brought  our  heaven  to  light, 
And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

laaae  Watts,  1709. 
*J*J*J»  "0  Amor!  quara  exsta  icus."  L.  M 

1  0  love  !  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high  ! 
It  fills  the  heart  with  ecstacy, 

That  God,  the  Son  of  God,  should  take 
Our  mortal  form  for  mortals'  sake. 

2  He  sent  no  angel,  to  our  race, 
Of  higher  or  of  lower  place, 

But  wore  the  robe  of  human  frame 
Himself,  and  to  this  lost  world  came. 

3  For  us  he  prayed,  for  us  he  taught, 
For  us  his  daily  works  he  wrought, 
By  words,  and  signs,  and  actions,  thus 
Still  seeking  not  himself,  but  us. 

4  For  us  to  wicked  men  betrayed, 
Scourged,  mocked,  in  purple  robe  arrayed, 
He  bore  the  shameful  cross  and  death ; 
For  us  at  length  gave  up  his  breath. 

329 


SALVATION. 


536 


537 


For  us  he  rose  from  death  again, 
For  us  he  went  on  high  to  reign, 
For  us  he  sent  his  Spirit  here 
To  guide,  to  strengthen,  and  to  cheer. 

Tr.,  Jolin  Mason  Ncale,  1851, 


Christ  in  Glory.  L.  M. 

1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove ! 

Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  : 

2  Oh  !  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight    • 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

3  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

4  Oh  !  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Christ,  our  Higli-Pricst,  King,  and  Judge.  L.  M. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'T  was  he  that  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood ; 
'T  is  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  superior  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed, 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

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538 


539 


THE  ROYAL  PRIESTHOOD  OF  CHRIST. 

4  Behold  on  flying  clouds  be  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move ; 

Tho'  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 

Still  he  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail. 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day  ; 
Come,  Lord  !  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Love  inscribed  on  the  Cross.  L.  M. 

1  We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died,  — 

Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 

For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters,  —  "  God  is  Love  : " 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  bring3  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross !  —  it  takes  our  guilt  away, 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love  ; 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1839. 
Christ,  our  Wisdom  and  Righteousness.  L.  M. 

1  Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie,  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

331 


SALVATION. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  ; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness. 

3  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

4  Poor  helpless  souls,  in  thee,  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness: 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All ;  —  and  we 
Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord !  to  thee. 

Isaac   Watts,  1709. 


540 


The  Song  of  Songs.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 

With  hearts  and  voices  swell  the  strain; 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  ;  — 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God ; 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 

3  To  him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 

Our  souls,  at  his  soul's  price,  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be  !  — 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 

4  To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  pertain, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might ;  — 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  from  on  high, 

Our  faith,  our  hope,  our  love  sustain, 
Living  to  sing,  and  dying  cry,  — 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 

James  Montgomery,  1853. 
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THE  EOTAL  PBIESTHOOD   OF  CHRIST. 
*J  T  A  •  The  Intercession  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ;  — 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  !  — 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears ; 
But,  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts ! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend,  — 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


542. 


Christ,  the  Lord  of  Angels.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God  !  to  what  a  glorious  height, 

Hast  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son ! 
Angels,  in  all  their  robes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  servants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  their  armies  wait, 

And  swift  as  names  of  fire  they  move, 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  state, 

In  works  of  vengeance  and  of  love. 

3  Now  they  are  sent  to  guide  our  feet, 

Up  to  the  gates  of  thine  abode, 
Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet, 
In  traveling  the  heavenly  road. 

333 


SALVATION. 


543. 


Lord  !  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thou  shalt  bid  me  rise  and  come, 

Send  a  beloved  angel  down, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  spirit  home, 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


The  Praises  of  Jesus.  10,  10, 11,  11, 

1  Ye  servants  of  God  !  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name ; 
The  name,  all-victorious,  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious  and  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh — his  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus,  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne! 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  and  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1744. 
*/TT:«  "  Te  Deum  laudamus."  10,  10,  11,  11. 

1  How  can  we  adore, or  worthily  praise, 

Thy  goodness  and  power,  thou  God  of  all  grace  ! 
With  honor  and  blessing,  before  thee  we  fall, 
Most  gladly  confessing  thee — Father  of  all. 

2  The  heavens  and  earth,  and  water,  and  air, 
To  thee  owe  their  birth,  subsist  by  thy  care ; 
While  angels  are  singing  thy  praises  above, 
We  mortals  are  bringing  our  tribute  of  love. 

3  Thou,  Saviour  !  art  one  with  God,  the  supreme, 
His  coaeval  Son,  and  equal  with  him  ; 
Invested  with  glory,  on  high  dost  thou  sit, 
Whilst  angels  adore  thee  and  bow  at  thy  feet. 

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THE  EOTAL  PRIESTHOOD   OP  CHEIST. 

How  great  was  thy  love  !  how  wondrous  thy  grace 
Thou  cam'st  from  above,  to  save  a  lost  race  ; 
And,  man  to  deliver,  of  Mary  wast  born, 
That  every  believer  to  God  might  return. 

How  soon  will  thy  seat  of  judgment  appear! 
Prepare  us  to  meet  and  welcome  thee  there  ; 
Thy  witnessing  Spirit  in  us  shed  abroad, 
And  bid  us  inherit  the  kingdom  of  God. 

William  Hammond,  1745. 

V.-RECONCILIATION. 

I. — PARDON  OFFERED. 


515 


Christ's  Commission.  8.  M. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds, 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  Love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears  ; 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
No  bolts,  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent,  with  pardons,  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners  !  dry  your  tears  ; 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord  !  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 

335 


BECONCILIATION. 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

Isaac   Watts,  1709. 
OtO^  The  Gospel  Trumpet.  S.  M. 

1  Ye  trembling  captives  !  hear  ; 

The  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  'T  is  not  the  trump  of  war, 

Nor  Sinai's  thunders'  roar  ; 

Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 

And  vengeance  is  no  more. 

3  Grace,  pardon,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims, 
And  earth,  the  jubilee's  release, 
With  eager  rapture,  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands, 

The  saving  news  shall  spread  ; 
And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands, 
In  one  blest  triumph,  lead. 

[S.]  Boyce,  1827. 


547 


•  The   Voice  of  the  Spirit  and  the   Bride.  8  M. 

1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  —  "  Sinner  !  come  !  " 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims, 
To  all  his  children,  —  "  Come  !  " 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say, 

To  all  about  him,  —  "  Come  !  " 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh  !  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  —  "I  quickly  come  :  " 
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PABDOX    OFFERED. 

Lord  !  even  so  ;  I  wait  thine  hour  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour  !  come  ! 

Henry  V.  Onderdonk,  1826. 
The  accepted  Time.  S.  M. 

1  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners  !  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
Pardon  and  peace  he  freely  gives  :  — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise,  in  his  word, 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

John  Dobell,  1806. 


549. 


To-Day.  S.  M. 

1  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

Ye  wretched  wanderers  !  como  ; 
O  ye  benighted,  dying  souls  ! 
Why  will  you  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

Oh  !  hearken  to  him  now  ; 
"Within  these  consecrated  walls, 
To  Jesus  come  and  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

To  him  for  refuge  fly  ; 
For  soon  the  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  ; 

Yield  to  his  saving  power  ; 
Oh  !  do  not  grieve  him  now  away.  — 
'T  is  mercy's  tender  hour. 

Anon.,  1831,  a. 
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RECONCILIATION. 


550. 


551 


To-Day.  S.  M. 

1  Ye  sinners  !  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet 't  is  called  to-day ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er ; 
And  soon  your  injured  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

3  Then,  while  't  is  called  to-day, 

Oh  !  hear  the  gospel's  sound ; 
Come,  sinners  !  haste,  Oh  !  haste  away, 
While  pardon  may  be  found. 

Timothy  Dwight,  1800,  a. 
Grieving  the  Spirit.  S.  M. 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner !  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave, 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  grace  so  dearly  bought 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

Mrs.  Ami  B.  Hyde,  1825. 


552 


Welcome  to  Jesus  Christ.  8s,  7s  &  4 

1  Come,  ye  sinners  !  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 

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PAEDON   OFFEKED. 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  joined  with  power  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 

Ho  !  ye  needy  !  come  and  welcome 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you  ; 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Joseph  Hart,  1759. 


Come  and  welcome.  83,  73  &  4. 

1  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden  ! 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 
Not  the  righteous,  — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  View  him  prostrate  in  the  garden  ; 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies,  — 

"  It  is  finish'd  ! " 
Sinner !  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

3  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  : 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

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555, 


BECONCILIATION. 

4  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

Joseph  Hart,   1759. 
The  healing  Fountain.  8  7,  8  7,  7  7. 

1  Come  to  Calv'ry's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall  ! 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  —  to  me,  —  to  all,  — 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  our  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission,  — 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find ; 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore  ; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more :  — 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever,  — 

'T  is  a  soul-renewing  flood  : 
God  is  faithful ;  —  God  will  never 

Break  his  covenant  in  blood,  — 
Signed,  when  our  Eedeemer  died, 
Sealed,  when  he  was  glorified. 

James  Montgomery,   1825. 
Welcome  to  the  Saviour.  8s,  7s  &  1 

Come,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted  ! 

Bowed  with  fruitless  sorrow  down, 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 

Through  the  cross,  behold  the  crown; 
Look  to  Jesus  ; 

Mercy  flows  through  him  alone. 

Take  his  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it ; 
Love  will  make  obedience  sweet ; 

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PAEDOX  OFFEEED. 

Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 
While  his  wisdom  guides  your  feet 

Safe  to  glory, 
Where  his  ransomed  captives  meet. 

Sweet,  as  home  to  pilgrims  weary, 
Light  to  newly-opened  eyes, 

Or  full  springs  in  deserts  dreary, 
Is  the  rest  the  cross  supplies  ; 

All,  who  taste  it, 
Shall  to  rest  immortal  rise. 

Joseph  Swain,  1792. 


The  Gospel  Message.  & 

1  Sinners  !  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  Oh  !  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it ; 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

Xews  from  Sion's  King  proclaim,  — 
"  Pardon  to  each  rebel  sinner  ; 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  !  " 
How  important ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  !  " 

3  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it  ? 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord. 

4  O  ye  angels  !  hovering  round  us,  — 

Waiting  spirits  !  speed  your  way, 
Haste  ye  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay,  — 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

Jonathan  Allen,  1801,  a. 
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557. 


The  Voice  of  Mercy.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Listen,  sinner !  mercy  hails  you ; 

With  her  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  hasten  to  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 

Listen,  sinner ! 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See  !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ! 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunders  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head ! 

Flee,  O  sinner ! 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  ah  !  hasten  to  the  Saviour ; 

Sue  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 

Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ;  — 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

Hasten,  sinner  ! 
You  must  perish,  if  you  stay. 

Andrew  Reed,  1817. 


558 


Salvation.  C.  M. 

1  Salvation  !  —  Oh !  the  joyful  sound ; 

'  T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation !  —  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
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5G0 


PABDON  OFFEBED. 
Chris? s  Commission.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  happy  souls!  approach  your  God, 

With  new  melodious  songs, 

Come,  render  to  almighty  grace, 

The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless,  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus  !  were  not  armed 

With  a  revenging  rod, 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners  !  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord  !  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

Imoc  Watts,  1707. 


"  Yet  there  is  Room."  (/.  M. 

1  Come,  sinner  !  to  the  gospel  feast ; 

Oh  !  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room,  in  Jesus'  breast, 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There 's  room,  in  God's  eternal  love, 

To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room,  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above, 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

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RECONCILIATION. 

3  There  's  room,  within  the  church,  redeemed 

With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
Room,  in  the  white-robed  throng,  convened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There  's  room,  in  heaven  among  the  choir, 

And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 

And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 

And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There  's  room,  around  thy  Father's  board, 

For  thee  and  thousands  more  : 
Oh  !  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord  ; 
Yea,  come  this  very  hour. 

Anon.,  1843. 
»  The  Gospel  Feast.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor  ! 

Behold  a  royal  feast, 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands,  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  —  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But,  see !  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room,  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  Oh  !  come,  and,  with  his  children,  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  : 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 

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PAF.DON   OFFERED. 

Ye  longing  souls  !  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
01)  —  •  Welcome  to  the  Young.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm  ! 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near  ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  his  face, 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those,  that  early  seek  his  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object,  Lord  !  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys  ! 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 

'T  is  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 

And  here,  true  bliss  I  find. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


563 


The  Way  to  Zion.  C.  M 

1  Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Come,  let  us  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
before  his  footstool,  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  out  fervent  prayer. 
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RECONCILIATION. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
And  seize  the  blessings  he  bestows, 

With  eager  hearts  and  hands. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


The  spiritual  Banquet.  C.  M. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls  ! 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ;  — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites, 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ! 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

G  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord !  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


5G5. 


The  Fountain  of  living  Waters.  C.  M. 

1   On  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound  ! 
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PARDON  OFFERED. 

Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  eternal  love,  abounds,  — 

A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

This  spring  with  living  waters  flows, 

And  living  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls  !  your  wants  disclose, 

And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 


567 


Room  at  the  Gospel  Feast.  C  M 

1  The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  dainties  crown  the  board  ; 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace,  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life,  are  given  ; 
Through  the  rich  blood,  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Ye  hungry  poor  !  that  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come  ; 
Come,  from  your  most  obscure  retreats, 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

4  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

5  All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  ; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
The  repenting  Sinner  returning.  C.  M. 

1   Come,  humble  sinner  !  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  :  — 

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KECONCILIATION. 

"  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 

I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

"  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

"  I  '11  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
"  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 

"  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For,  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  for  ever  die." 

Edmund,  Jones,  1777. 


The  Saviour's  Invitation.  C.  Mi 

1  The  Saviour  calls  ;  —  let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  !  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners  !  come  ;  't  is  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys,  — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Pear  Saviour  !  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
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PAEDON   OFFEKED. 

And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
Tlie  Saviour  at  the  Door.  C.  M. 

1  Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands, 

And  knocks  at  every  door  ; 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands, 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  «  Behold  !  "  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest ; 
Hear,  sinners  !  while  I  'm  passing  by, 
And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

3  "  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Or,  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me,  for  ever  dwell  ? 

4  "  Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?  " 

Anon.,  1825. 


570 


Life  at  the  Cross.  C.  M 

1  Would st  thou  eternal  life  obtain  ? 

Now  to  the  cross  repair ; 
There  stand,  and  gaze,  and  weep,  and  pray, 
Where  Jesus  breathes  his  life  away ; 

Eternal  life  is  there. 

2  Go ;  —  't  is  the  Son  of  God  expires  ! 

Approach  the  shameful  tree  ; 
See,  quivering  there,  the  mortal  dart, 
In  the  Redeemer's  loving  heart, 

O  sinful  soul !  for  thee. 

3  Go  ;  —  there,  from  every  streaming  wound, 

Flows  rich  atoning  blood  ; 
That  blood  can  cleanse  the  deepest  stain, 
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EECONCILIATION. 

Bid  frowning  justice  smile  again, 
And  seal  thy  peace  with  God. 

Go  ;  —  at  that  cross  thy  heart,  subdued 
With  thankful  love  shall  glow  ; 

By  wondrous  grace  thy  soul  set  free, 

Eternal  life,  from  Christ,  to  thee, 
A  vital  stream  shall  flow. 

Bay  Palmer,  1862. 
Sufficiency  of  Pardon.  C.  M 

1  Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls  ! 

Those  mournful  colors  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith, 
And  nourish  your  despair  ? 

2  What,  though  your  numerous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise  ? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  has  its  cursed  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase  ! 

5  It  rises  high  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound : 
Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 
Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

G  Awake,  our  hearts  !  adore  the  grace 
That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pard'ning  blood,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

Imas  Watts,  1707. 
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PARDON  OFFERED. 
Oi  Z,  The  Gospel  Feast.  O.  M. 

1  On  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount, 

God  will  a  feast  prepare ; 
And  Israel's  sons,  and  Gentile  lands, 
Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 

2  See,  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile, 

A  free  acceptance  given  ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  But  Oh  !  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  given, 
When,  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 
We  join  the  feast  of  heaven ! 

Thomas  Gibbons,  1769. 


573. 


None  excluded  froin  Hope.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  ; 
Thy  grace  can  melt  the  stubborn  Jew, 
And  bow  tlr  aspiring  Greek. 

2  Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage 

Doth  thy  salvation  now  ; 
'T  is  not  confined  to  sex  or  age, 
The  lofty  or  the  low. 

3  While  grace  is  offered  to  the  prince, 

The  poor  may  take  their  share  ; 
No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 

i  Come,  all  ye  vilest  sinners !  come  ; 
He  '11  form  your  souls  anew  : 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 
For  rebels  such  as  you. 

")  His  doctrine  is  almighty  love  ; 
There  's  virtue,  in  his  name, 
To  turn  the  raven  to  a  dove, 
The  lion  to  a  lamb. 

Isaac  Waits,  1707. 
351 


RECONCILIATION. 


574. 


The  Call  of  Divine  Merry.  C.  M. 

1  Sinners  !  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 

'T  is  Mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live,  devoid  of  peace  : 
A  thousand  stings,  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  But  he,  that  turns  to  God,  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

4  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

5  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 


575. 


The  Call  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  "  Repent  ! "  the  voice  celestial  cries  ; 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  : 
.    The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  the  grace. 
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576 


577 


PAKDON   OFFERED. 

Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 

And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
Christ's  Invitation  to  Sinners.  L.  M. 

1  "  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners  !  come  ; 
I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest,  that  learn  of  me  ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus  !  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal ; 
Resign  our  spirits,  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
•  Best  for  the  weary  Penitent.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  weary  souls  !  with  sin  distressed, 
The  Saviour  offers  heavenly  rest ; 

The  kind,  the  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt,  and  heal  your  woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ;  — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

3  Lord  !  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come,  with  trembling  ;  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

23  353 


EECONCILIATION. 


578. 


Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Christ  at  the  Door.  L.  M. 

1  Behold  !  a  stranger 's  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks, — has  knocked  before; 
Has  waited  long  —  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will  —  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  Man  of  Nazareth,  —  't  is  he, 
With  garments  dyed  at  Calvary. 

3  Oh  !  lovely  attitude  !  —  he  stands 
With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands  : 
Qh!  matchless  kindness! — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine,  — 
That  hateful,  hell-born  monster,  sin,  — 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  —  or  the  hour  's  at  hand, 
When,  at  his  door,  denied  you  '11  stand 

Joseph  GrUjg,  1765. 


571) 


Psalm  95.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  ; 
God  is  a  sovereign  King  ;  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his  word ; 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  —  we  the  sheep, 
His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

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580 


PAEDON  OFFERED. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

4  Look  back,  my  soul  I  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead : 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

5  Seize  the  kind  promise,  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  —  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  —  and  be  for  ever  blessed. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Hope  for  the  Prisoner.  L.  M. 

1  PpwIs'xers  of  sin  and  Satan  too ! 
The  Saviour  calls  —  he  calls  for  you  ; 
Ye,  who  have  sold  yourselves  for  naught! 
Jesus  your  liberty  has  bought. 

2  The  great  Redeemer  lived  and  died, 
The  Prince  of  life  was  crucified  ; 

He  shed  his  own  most  precious  blood, 
To  ransom  guilty  souls  for  God. 

3  He  came  to  set  the  captive  free ; 
lie  came  to  publish  liberty. 

To  bind  the  broken  hearted  up, 
And  give  despairing  sinners  hope. 

t  Pris'ners  of  hope  !  why  will  you  die  ? 
Why  from  the  only  refuge  fly  ? 
Jesus,  our  hiding  place  and  tower, 
Invites  the  guilty  and  the  poor. 

)  lie  came  to  comfort  those  that  mourn  ; 
He  sweetly  says  to  sinners,  —  M  Turn  !  " 
Pris'ners  of  hope  !  bis  voice  attend, 
Nor  slight  the  calls  of  such  a  friend. 

Jotrpk  Hoskuit,  1788. 
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EECONCILIATION 


581 


582 


Life,  the  only  accepted  Time.  L.  M. 

1  "While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  —  ah  !  soon,  —  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blessed  the  day  I 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners  !  haste,  Oh !  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he 's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

&  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

Timothy  DwUjht,  1800. 


The  Strivings  of  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Say,  sinner  !  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner  !  it  was  a  heavenly  voice,  — 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 
350 


PARDON  OFFERED. 

5  Sinner  !  perhaps,  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh  !  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Mrs.  Ann  B.  Hyde,  1825. 
OOO.  The  Mercy  of  God  in  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  appear  ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son,  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners  !  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
OO1!.  Just  as  thou  art.  L.  M. 

1  Just  as  thou  art  —  without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy,  or  inward  grace,  — 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place,  — 

0  guilty  sinner  !  come,  —  now  come. 

2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree  ; 
The  stripes,  thy  due,  were  laid  on  me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free  ; — 

0  wretched  sinner!  come,  —  now  come. 

3  Burdened  with  guilt,  wonld'st  thou  be  blessed  ? 
Trust  not  the  world  ;  it  gives  no  rest ; 

I  bring  relief  to  hearts  oppressed  ;  — 
O  weary  sinner !  come,  —  now  come. 

4  Come,  leave  thy  burden  at  the  cross, 
Count  all  thy  gains  but  empty  dross  : 
My  grace  repays  all  earthly  loss  ;  — 

O  needy  sinner  !  come,  —  now  come. 
357 


BECONCFIATION. 

5  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears  ; 
*T  is  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears  ;  — - 

0  trembling  sinner!  come, — now  come. 

6  "  The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  !" 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo,  *  Come  ! " 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come  ; — 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  come, — now  come. 

Russell  S.  Cook,  1850,  a. 

W5 

<^UU.  The  happy  Choice.  L  M. 

1  To-day, —  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, — 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  —  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  —  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest ! 
Say,  —  will  you  be  for  ever  blessed  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

o  Come  now,  dear  youth  !  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  ns,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name,  — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same,  — 
Say,  —  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,r—  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

Anon.,  1803,  a. 


586 


Tlie  Waters  of  Life.  L. 

1  "  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts  !  draw  nigh  ;"■ 

'T  is  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
"  Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  "  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give,  — 

Leave  all  you  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive,  — 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  lind. 
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587 


588. 


PARDON  OFFERED. 

"  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ; 

Sinners !  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers  !  home, 

And  find  my  grace  is  free  for  all." 

Charles   Wesley,  1740. 
The  Sinner  entreated.  L.  M. 

1  Return,  O  wanderer !  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer  !  return, 

He  hears  thy  deep  repentant  sigh  ; 
He  saw  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer  !  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive, 

t  Return,  O  wanderer !  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  failing  tear  ; 
'T  is  God,  who  says  —  "  No  longer  mourn  !  " 
'T  is  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

William  B.  Collyer,  1812. 
Mad  Sinners  reasoned  with.  L.  M. 

1  Sixner  !  Oh!  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die?  — 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams  ? 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner !  on  the  gospel  plains  : 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 

359 


HEC0NCILIATI01T. 


589 


590 


The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold  ! 


Isaac  Watts,  1705. 
Altered  by  John  Rippon,  1787. 


Invitation  to  Clirist.  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  as  the  shepherd's  tuneful  reed, 

From  Zion's  mount  I  heard  the  sound ; 
Gay  sprang  the  flowerets  of  the  mead, 

And  gladdened  nature  smiled  around  : 
The  voice  of  peace  salutes  mine  ear  ; 
Christ's  lovely  voice  perfumes  the  air : — 

2  "  Peace,  troubled  soul !  whose  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  note  of  woe  ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  ; 
Behold  !  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
Which  lulls  thy  pain,  which  heals  thy  wound. 

3  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 

Unburden  here  the  weighty  load  ; 
Here  And  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest, 

Safe  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour, — glorious  word! 
That  sheaths  th'  avenger's  glittering  sword. 

4  "As  spring,  the  winter, — day,  the  night, — 

Peace,  sorrow's  gloom  shall  chase  away; 
And  smiling  joy,  a  seraph  bright. 

Shall  tend  thy  steps  and  near  thee  stay ; 
Whilst  glory  weaves  th'  immortal  crown, 
And  waits  to  claim  thee  for  her  own." 

Walter  Shirley,  177*4. 


The  constraining  Love  cf  Christ.  L.  M. 

1   0  Love  divine  !  what  hast  thou  done  ? 

Th'  incarnate  God  hath  died  for  me  ; 
The  Father's  coeternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  : 
Th'  incarnate  God  for  me  hath  died; 
]\Iy  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

360 


591 


PARDON  OFFERED. 

2  Behold  him,  all !  as  ye  pass  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace! 
Come,  sinners  !  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  —  Was  ever  grief  like  his  ? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  applied  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified  ;  — 

3  Is  crucified  for  me  and  you 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God  ; 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  : 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  side  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream  ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him : 
Of  nothing  think  or  speak  beside;  — 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified. 

Charles  Wesley,  1742,  a. 
The  Jubilee  proclaimed.  H.  1L 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  —  blow !  — 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ;  — 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound,  — 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits  !  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  !  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God,  — 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood, 

Throughout  the  world,  proclaim  ; 
361 


RECONCILIATION. 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell ! 

Your  liberty  receive  ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
lleturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above! 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners !  home. 

The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 

And,  saved  from  carlh,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  home. 

Charles  Wesley,  17o5. 


592. 


Yet  there  is  Room.  II.  M. 

1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerged  in  sin  and  woe ! 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

While  Jesus  sends  to  you  ; 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  !  come  ; 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame  : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  ; 
All  things  arc  ready,  sinners  !  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there 's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word, 

His  messengers  proclaim ; 
3G2 


59° 


PARDON  OFFERED. 

He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name; 
Backsliding  souls  !  retain  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

Compelled  by  bleeding  love. 

Ye  wandering  sheep  !  draw  near  ; 

Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear  ; 

Let  whosoever  will  now  come, 

In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

p  Bodai.  1777. 


*•  The  Christian  Pilyrim.  7i. 

Pilgrim  !  burdened  with  thy  sin, 

Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  wait : 
Knock  —  he  knows  the  sinner's  cry  ; 

Weep  —  lie  loves  the  mourner's  tears; 
Watch  —  for  saving  grace  is  nigh  ; 

Wait  —  till  heavenly  light  appears. 

Hark  !  it  is  the  Bridegroom's  voice,  — 

"  Welcome,  pilgrim  !  to  thy  rest !  " 
^o\v  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  sealed,  and  bought,  and  blest: 
Safe  —  from  all  the  lures  of  vice  ; 

Sealed  —  by  signs  the  chosen  know  ; 
Bought  —  by  love,  and  life  the  price  ; 

Blest  —  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

Holy  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee, 

In  a  World  like  this,  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubt,  and  pain : 
Fear  —  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly, 

Shame  —  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Doubt  —  in  certain  rapture  die, 

Fain  —  in  endless  bliss,  expire. 

George  Crabbe,  1S07. 
363 


594 


RECONCILIATION. 

Expostulation.  7i 

1  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  —  Why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  ,  — 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 

Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands,  — 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures  !  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  —  Why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  you  might  live : 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners  !  why 
Will  you  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners  !  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  —  why  ? 
God,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love : 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners  !  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

Charles  Wesley,  1756. 


595 


The  Saviour's  Call. 

1   Come  !  ye  weary  sinners  !  come  ; 

All,  who  groan  beneath  your  load  ; 
Jesus  calls  his  wanderers  home  ; 

Hasten  to  your  pardoning  God : 
Come,  ye  guilty  souls  oppressed  ! 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call ; 
"  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ; 

Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all." 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 
364 


PARDON   OFFERED. 


596 


Redeeming  Love.  7* 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye,  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove  ! 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face  ! 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise,  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  !  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove,  — 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin  ! 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  oppressed,  — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ! 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above,  — 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

G   Hither,  then,  your  music  bring  ; 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string  ; 
Mortals  !  join  the  hosts  above,  — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

Martin  Madan,  (?)  1763. 


597 


1   •  The  Voice  of  Jews.  7« 

1  Come,  says  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  come. 

2  Thou,  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  this  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim !  hither  haste. 

365 


598. 


599. 


RECONCILIATION. 

Ye,  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ! 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 
In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  !  — 

Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1812. 


Delay.  7s. 

1  Hasten,  sinner  !  to  be  wise, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 
Wisdom,  if  thou  still  despise, 
Harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner  !  to  return, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner  !  to  be  blessed, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

Thomas  Scott,  1773. 


Repentance  at  the  Cross.  7s, 

1  Hearts  of  stone  !  relent,  relent ; 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ; 
See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 

Stained  and  covered  with  his  blood ! 
Sinful  soul !  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  th'  eternal  Son ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed ; 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there ; 
3G6 


GOO. 


601 


PARDON    OFFEEJED- 

Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head  ; 

Plunged  into  his  side  the  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice,  — 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

"Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain,  — 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 

Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 

No  ;  —  with  all  my  sins  I  '11  part, 

Saviour  !  take  my  broken  heart ! 

Ger.  John  Kruger,  1640. 
Tr.  by  Charles  Wesley,  1745. 

Come  and  welcome.  7«. 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear, 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear !  — 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done,  — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner !  come. 

Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner !  come. 

Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end ; 

Lo  !  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner !  come  !  " 

Thomas  Haweis,  1792. 
Looking  to  Jesus.  7t. 

1  Ye  that  in  his  courts  are  found, 
Listening  to  the  joyful  sound, 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Sons  of  sorrow,  sin  and  care  ! 
367 


q 


602 


60° 


RECONCILIATION. 

Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 
Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  his  bloody  sacrifice, 
See  in  him  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness  and  heaven  ; 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

Rowland  Hill,  1774. 
Comfort  for  the  mourning.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  Drooping  souls  !  no  longer  mourn, 

Jesus  still  is  precious  ; 
If  to  him  you  now  return, 

Heaven  will  be  propitious ; 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wanderers  near  him  ; 
Drooping  souls !  you  need  not  die, 

Go  to  him,  and  hear  him  ! 

2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  ; 
Still  he  cries  —  '•  Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden  ! " 
Though  your  sins,  like  mountains  high, 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 

All  his  saints  adore  him  ; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came  ;  — 

Prostrate,  bow  before  him  ! 
Wandering  sinners  !  now  return  ; 

Contrite  souls  !  believe  him  ! 
Jesus  calls  you  ;  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Worship  him  ;  receive  him. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1831. 
O  •  Salvation  in  Christ  alone.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

Dying  souls  !  fast  bound  in  sin, 
Trembling  and  repining, 
368 


PARDON  OFFERED. 

With  no  ray  of  light  divine 
On  your  pathway  shining  ; 

"Why  in  darkness  wander  on, 
Filled  with  consternation  ? 

Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 
Can  you  find  salvation. 

2  Guilty,  helpless,  and  distressed, 

Ruined  and  despairing, 
Toiling  for  deceitful  rest, 

Rebel,  heaven -daring,  — 
Prostrate  bow  before  the  throne, 

Take  the  lowest  station  ; 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

3  Prostrate  bow  ;  confess  your  guilt ; 

Own  your  lost  condition  ; 
Yield,  to  him  whose  blood  was  spilt, 

Unreserved  submission  ; 
Then  no  more  in  anguish  groan ; 

See  his  mediation  ; 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

4  Linger  not  in  all  the  plain  ; 

Vengeance  is  pursuing ; 
Mid  the  dying  and  the  slain, 

Save  your  souls  from  ruin  ; 
Flee  to  him  who  can  atone ; 

Flee  from  condemnation  ; 
Jesus  lives  ;  in  him  alone 

Can  you  find  salvation. 

Thomas  Hastings,  183L. 
")V/"X»  All  things  ready.  lis, 

1  Oh  !  turn  ye.  Oh  !  turn  ye  ;  for  why  will  ye  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  "  Come  ! " 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

24  369 


RECONCILIATION. 


2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that,  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 


'& 


3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive ; 
Oh  !  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summoned  to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving,  and  feeding  on  air  ? 
There 's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare  ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

Josiah  Hopkins,  1830. 
UU*J§  Danger  of  Delay.  lis- 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  O  sinner  !  draw  near, 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened,  —  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash,  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pard'ning  blood? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  !  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb,  — 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away, 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race,  — 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1831. 
370 


PAEDON  OFFERED. 
l)UO.  The  Voice  of  Free  Grace,  12s. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  — "  Escape  to  the 

mouotain ; 

For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  bath  opened  a  fountain ; 

For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation." 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath   purchased 

our  pardon  ! 
We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jor- 
dan ! 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !  repair  to  the  Saviour  ; 

He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor; 
Your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, — 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from  the  fount- 
ain. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  Now  Jesus, our  King, reigns  triumphantly  glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than  victorious; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it,  Oh  !  trust  in  his  passion, 
He  saves  us  most  freely,  Oh !  glorious  salvation  ! 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  Our  Jesus  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victorious, 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious  : 
To  Jesus,  we  11  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
In  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

5  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him  the 

more; 
We  '11  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of  the 
river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased  our 

pardon  ! 
We  '11  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jor- 
dan! 

Richard  Burdsall,  1806,  a, 
371 


BECONCILIATION. 

II. — PARDON  SOUGHT. 
vy  I  •  The  Issues  of  Life  and  Death.  8. 1L 

1  On  !  where  shall  rest  be  found,  — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
,rP  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest ; 

Alone  are  found  in  thee, 
The  life  of  perfect  love, —  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 


608. 


Penitential  Prayer.  8.  M. 

1  Tnou  Lord  of  all  above, 

And  all  below  the  sky  ! 
Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall, 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 

The  crimes  which  I  have  done  ; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live, 
Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 
372 


609. 


610 


PAEDON  SOUGHT. 

Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 
Upon  my  conscience  lies ; 

To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

The  burden  which  I  feel, 
Thou  canst  alone  remove  ; 

Do  thou  display  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1790. 


Resignation  to  Christ.  8.  M. 

1  When  shall  thy  love  constrain, 

And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest  ? 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 

My  wandering  to  and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life ; 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace 

To  me  did  freely  move  ; 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

1  Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
I  groan  to  be  set  free  ; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 
«  Psalm  51.  L.  M. 

1  0  thou,  that  nearest  when  sinners  cry  ! 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

373 


Gil 


RECONCILIATION. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight : 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God  !  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  Lord ! 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Psaxm  51.  L.  M. 

1  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King  ! 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I  '11  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

4  Oh  !  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength,  and  righteousness. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


612 


Pleading  for  Mercy.  L.  M. 

1  When  at  thy  footstool,  Lord  !  I  bend, 

And  plead  with  thee  for  mercy  there, 
Oh  !  think  thou  of  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  for  his  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

2  Oh  !  think  not  of  my  shame  and  guilt, 

My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  dye  ; 
Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 
374 


PAEDON  SOUGHT. 

Think,  Lord  !  how*  I  am  still  thine  own, 
The  trembling  creature  of  thy  hand  ! 

Think  how  my  heart  to  sin  is  prone, 
And  what  temptations  round  me  stand 

Oh  !  think  upon  thy  holy  word, 
And  every  plighted  promise  there  ; 

Plow  prayer  should  evermore  be  heard, 
And  how  thy  glory  is  —  to  spare. 

Oh  !  think  not  of  my  doubts  and  fears, 
My  strivings  with  thy  grace  divine  : 

Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears, 
And  let  his  merits  stand  for  mine. 

Thine  eye,  thine  ear,  they  are  not  dull ; 

Thine  arm  can  never  shortened  be ; 
Behold  me  here  !  my  heart  is  full ; 

Behold,  and  spare,  and  succor  me  ! 

Henry  Francis  L-jte,  1333. 


619 


*}•  Seeling  Rest  in  Christ.  L.  M 

1  On  !  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit  ! 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down,  — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all  !  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God ! 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove,  — 
The  cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

375 


6H 


615 


RECONCILIATION. 

I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 

And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace  ! 
Come,  Lord  !  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear  ! 

My  God,  my  Saviour !  come  away  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 
Lost  and  saved.  L.  M 

1  Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend  !  to  thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 

'T  is  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
I  cannot  rest,  till  thou  art  mine, 
Until  in  me  thine  image  shine, 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee ; 
Here  then,  to  thee,  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

&  What  shall  I  say,  thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord  !  I  am  sin,  but  thou  art  love  ; 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside  ; 
Lord  !  I  'm  condemned,  but  thou  hast  died. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739,  a. 


The  departing  Spirit  stayed.  L.  M 

1  Stat,  thou  insulted  Spirit !  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite ; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved; 
376 


616 


61". 


PAEDOX   SOUGHT. 

Yet,  Ob  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High-Priest; 

Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

Now,  Lord  !  my  weary  soul  release, 
Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand  ; 

And  guide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 


The  stony  Heart.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away. 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart,  of  mine  ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  seas  can  roar;  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord  !  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4:  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, — 
Amazing  thought !  —  which  devils  fear  ; 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed  ; 
And.  Lord  !  that  something  much  I  need; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  retine, 
And  move,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

Joseph  Hart,  1762. 


The  Prayer  of  the  Prodigal.  L.  M, 

1  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord  !  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free  ; 
O  God !  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

377 


EECONCILIATION. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 

With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea ; 
O  God  !  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  ; 
O  God !  be  merciful  to  me ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds,  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  ; 
O  God !  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
"With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me 

Cornelius  Elven,  1852. 


618. 


The  winning  Voice.  L.  M. 

1  "With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around,  — 

Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet  midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  — "  Come  to  me ! " 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 

How  sweet  the  bidding, — u  Come  to  me  ! " 

3  "  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee ; 
Ileav'nward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  Portion  ;  —  "  Come  to  me!" 

4  O  voice  of  mercy !  voice  of  love ! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above ! 
And  gently  whisper, — "  Come  to  me!" 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1841. 


PAEDOK   SOUGHT. 


G19. 


All-sulduinq  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  that  thou  wouldst.  the  heavens  rent, 

In  majesty  come  down  ! 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  omn  ipotent, 
And  seize  me  for  tbine  own  ! 

2  Descend,  and  let  thy  lightning  burn 

The  stubble  of  thy  foe  : 
My  sins  o'erturn,  o'erturn,  o'erturn, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 

3  Thou  my  impetuous  spirit  guide, 

And  curb  my  headstrong  will ; 
Thou  only  canst  drive  back  the  tide, 
And  bid  the  sun  stand  still. 

4  What,  though  I  cannot  break  my  chain, 

Or  e'er  throw  off  my  load  ? 
The  things  impossible  to  men 
Are  possible  to  God. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


020. 


Pardoning  Love.  C  M. 

1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls  —  "  Return ! " 

Dear  Lord  !  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh  !  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pard'ned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

<£  Almighty  grace  !  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can,  to  life  and  bliss,  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine  ! 
1,79 


RECONCILIATION. 


621. 


622. 


Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour  !  I  adore  ; 
Oh  !  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Contrition.  C.  M. 

1  O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ! 

2  See  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said  —  "  Return  ?  " 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh  !  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  !  my  Light! 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

5  Oh  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Coming  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Approach,  my  soul!  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord  !  am  I. 

380 


62 


PAP.DON  SOUGHT. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 

And  tell  him  —  "  Thou  hast  died." 

5  Oh  !  wondrous  love,  —  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 

John  Newton,  1779. 
«-*•  The  Friend  of  Sinners.  CM, 

Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now,  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord  !  remember  me. 

Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace,  — 

Eemember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 

And,  then,  remember  me. 

Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 

Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

Lord  !  I  am  guilty  —  I  am  vile, 

But  thy  salvation  's  free; 
Then,  in  thine  all  abounding  grace, 

Dear  Lord  S  remember  me. 

And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer  God  ! 

I  pray,  remember  me. 

Richard  Burnham,  1783.  a. 
381 


RECONCILIATION. 


624. 

1 


(525. 


Psalm  51.  C.  M. 

O  God  of  mercy!  hear  my  call, 

My  loads  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 

And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone : 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 

Sufficient  and  alone. 

A  soul,  oppressed  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 

Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
The  heavenly  Gnest.  0.  M. 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 

In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue,  — 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 

Remain  for  ever  barred  ? 

'T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  tyrant  power, 

The  lodging  has  possessed  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door, 

Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

Lord  !  rise  in  thine  all-conquering  grace, 

Thy  mighty  power  display  ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 

Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

382 


PARDON  SOUGHT. 


626. 


Ye  dangerous  inmates  !  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour  !  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 

And  keep  out  every  sin. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Penitence  and  Hope.  C.  If. 

1  Dear  Saviour  !  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  he  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah  !  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  detained,  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

3Jy  wandering  soul  restores  ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

4  Oh  !  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord  ! 

The  penitential  sigh. 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

5  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet, 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And  grateful  own.  bow  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace ! 

Anne.  Steele,  1760. 
^J—  I  •  Incon^tan^t)  deplored.  C  M. 

1  "Witii  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  injn-atitude. 

o 

2  vSure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false,  as  mine  has  been  — 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin  P 
B83 


RECONCILIATION. 

3  How  long,  clear  Saviour  !  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
"When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest. 

4  Break,  sovereign  grace  !  Oh !  break  the  charm, 

And  set  the  captive  free  ; 
Reveal,  almighty  God  !  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 
OZO.  The  Penitent.  CM. 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus  !  at  thy  feet, 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards,  to  thy  mercy-seat, 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh  !  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm ; 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should,  from  both  my  weeping  eyes, 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  ; 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word, 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 


C29 


Desiring  the  Presence  of  God. 

1  My  God !  Oh !  could  I  make  the  claim, 
My  Father,  and  my  Friend,  — 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name, 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ;  — 

384 


PARDON  SOUGHT. 

2  By  every  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat ; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 
Nor  leave  thy  sacred  feet. 

3  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 
Here  I  would  rest  till  light  returns  ;  — 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

4  Speak,  Lord  !  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
Oh  !  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

5  Then,  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  the  healing  rays, 
And  change  these  deep,  complaining  sighs, 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


630 


Contrition.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  for  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

Which  bows  before  the  Lord, 
Acknowledging  how  just  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word. 

2  Oh  !  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ; 
That  consciousness  of  guilt,  which  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow ! 

3  Saviour  !  to  me,  in  pity  give, 

The  sensible  distress, — 
The  pledge,  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace  ;  — 

4  Wilt  from  the  dreadful  day  remove, 

Before  the  evil  come,  — 
My  spirit  hide  with  saints  above, 
My  body  in  the  tomb. 

Charles  Wesley,  1762. 
25  385 


RECONCILIATION. 
OO 1  •  The  penitential  Plea. 

1  Saviour  !  when,  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes ; 
Oh  !  by  all  thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness  ; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  th'  insulting  tempter's  power, 
Turn,  Oh  !  turn  a  favoring  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dire  despair ; 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer  ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice  ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God  ; 

Oh  !  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  re-ascended  Lord ! 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

Robert  Grant,  1815. 


632. 


Deep  Contrition. 

1   Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 


386 


633. 


PARDON   SOUGHT. 

Hear,  Oh !  hear  my  ardent  cry, 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die : 
Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men,  — 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abused  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  broken,  bleeding  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire : 
But  with  thee  there  's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  : 
Thou  canst  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wanderer  rest. 

Thomas  Raffles,  1812. 
The  Chkf  of  Sinners.  7a 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
"Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 

Me  he  now  delights  to  spare  ; 

Cries,  —  u  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ?  " — 

Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands  ; 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands; 
God  is  love  ;  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

Jesus  !  answer  from  above  ; 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ? 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Pardon  and  accept  me  now. 
387 


EEC0NCIL1ATI0N. 

6  Now  incline  me  to  repent  ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore  ; 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 
vOli  Pleading  with  Jesus.  7s. 

1  Thou,  who  didst  on  Calvary  bleed  ! 
Thou,  who  dost  for  sinners  plead ! 
Help  me  in  my  time  of  need, 

Jesus,  Saviour!  hear  my  cry. 

2  In  my  darkness  and  my  grief, 
With  my  heart  of  unbelief, 

I,  who  am  of  sinners  chief, 
Jesus  !  lift  to  thee  mine  eye. 

3  Foes  without  and  fears  within, 
With  no  plea  thy  grace  to  win, 
But  that  thou  canst  save  from  sin, 

Jesus  !  to  thy  cross  I  ny. 

4  There  on  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
There  to  thee  I  raise  my  prayer, 
Jesus  !  save  me  from  despair, 

Save  me,  save  me,  or  I  die. 

5  When  the  storms  of  trial  lower, 
When  I  feel  temptation's  power, 
In  the  last  and  darkest  hour, 

Jesus,  Saviour  !  be  thou  nigh. 

James  Drummond  Burns,  1&>7- 


635 


God's  Help  entreated.  7* 

1  O  thou  God,  who  hearest  prayer, 
Every  hour,  and  every  where  ! 
Listen  to  my  feeble  breath, 
Now  I  touch  the  gates  of  death  ; 
For  his  sake  whose  blood  I  plead, 
Hear  me  in  the  hour  of  need. 

2  Hear  and  save  me,  gracious  Lord ! 
For  my  trust  is  in  thy  word ; 

^88 


PAEDOX  SOUGHT. 


036. 


Wash  me  from  the  stain  of  sin, 
That  thy  peace  may  rule  within  ; 
May  I  know  myself  thy  child, 
Ransomed,  pardoned,  reconciled. 

Jonah  Conder,  1836. 


Pass  me  not.  8  7,  8  7,  6  7. 

1  Lord  !  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing, 

Thou  art  scattering,  full  and  free  ; 
Showers,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me,  — 
Even  me,  —  even  me  ! 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father  ! 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be ; 
Thou  might'st  cur.-e  me,  but  the  rather 

Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me,  — 
Even  me,  &c. 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  tender  Saviour  ! 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  thee  ; 
I  am  longing  for  thy  favor  ; 

When  thou  comest,  call  for  me,  — 
Even  me,  &c. 

4  Pass  me  not,  0  mighty  Spirit ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  ; 
"Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me,  — 
Even  me,  &c. 

5  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping, 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping  ? 

Oh  !  forgive  and  rescue  me,  — 
Even  me.  &c. 

G  Love  of  God.  so  pure  and  changeless,  — 
Blood  of  God,  so  rich  and  free.  — 
Grace  of  God.  so  strong  and  boundless, — 

Magnify  them  all  in  me,  — 
Even  nie,  &c. 

38J 


637. 


RECONCILIATION. 

Pass  me  not,  this  lost  one  bringing, 
Satan's  slave  thy  child  shall  be, 

All  my  heart  to  thee  is  springing ; 
Blessing  others,  Oh  !  bless  me,  — 

Even  me,  &c. 

Elizabeth  Codncr,  1860. 


Self-Consecration.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Take  me,  O  my  Father !  take  me, 

Take  me,  save  me,  through  thy  Son  ; 
That,  which  thou  wouldst  have  me,  make  me, 
Let  thy  will  in  me  be  done. 

2  Long  from  thee  my  footsteps  straying, 

Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod  ; 

Weary  come  I  now,  and  praying  — 

Take  me  to  thy  love,  my  God ! 

3  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humbly  I  confess  my  sin  ; 
At  thy  feet,  O  Father  i  falling, 
To  thy  household  take  me  in. 

4  Freely  now  to  thee  I  proffer 

This  relenting  heart  of  mine  ; 
Freely,  life  and  soul  I  offer  — 
Gift  unworthy  love  like  thine. 

5  Once  the  world's  Redeemer  dying, 

Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Now  I  look  in  hope  to  thee  ; 

6  Father  !  take  me  ;  all  forgiving, 

Fold  me  to  thy  loving  breast ; 
In  thy  love  for  ever  living, 
I  must  be  for  ever  blest ! 

Bay  Palmer,  1865. 
VOO  .  The  Heart  of  Stone.  7  6,  7  6,  7  8,  7  & 

1  Jesus  !  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 

390 


G39. 


PARDON  SOUGHT. 

Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince  !  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord  ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

See  me,  Saviour  !  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ! 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
The  Blood  of  the  Lamb.  7  6,  7  6,  7  8,  7  6, 

God  of  my  salvation  !  hear, 

And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive  ; 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb  ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  : 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 

Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb  ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
091 


G40 


RECONCILIATION. 

Nothing  have  I,  Lord  !  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure; 
Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'st,  am  poor  ; 
Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name ; 

My  all  is  sin  and  misery  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb  ! 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

Charles  Wesley.  1742. 
Preparation  for  the  Judgment.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Wiien  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  Ishalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What,  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord !  my  hiding-place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  Oh  !  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear,     • 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I  '11  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Sdina  Shipley,  1772,  a. 
392 


en 


PABDON  SOUGHT. 
The  Surrender  of  the  Heart.  C.  P.  It 

1  Lord!  thou  hast  won;  at  length  I  yield; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  ; 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove  ; 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  Now.  Lord  !  I  would  be  thine  alone  ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own. 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 

John  Xeicton,  1779. 


612. 


(Thrift,  the  only  Refuge.  C.  P.  iL 

1  O  thou,  that  hear  st  the  prayer  of  faith ! 
AVilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  ; 
Thy  merit,  Lord  !  my  robe  shall  be  ; 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death., 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolation  send  ; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

That  bids  me  come  away ; 

393 


643. 


RECONCILIATION. 

Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I  'd  mount  upon  his  sable  wings, 
To  everlasting  day. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 
TJie  Brink  of  Eternity.  C.  P.  M. 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God !  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply,  on  my  thoughtful  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress : 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou,  with  clouds,  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ! 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here,  — 
With  serious  industry  and  fear, 

Eternal  bliss  t'  ensure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Then,  Saviour !  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
394 


PABDON  FOUND. 


III.— PARDON  POUND. 


GU 


The  New-Birth.  C.  P.  M. 

1  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
3Iy  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
u  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

And  whelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  : 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
u  The  sinner  must  be  born  acrain," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet,  when  I  foimd  this  tnith  remain, 
'•  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
.Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Samsvn  Ockurn,  1700. 
Altered  by  Asahel  Nettleton,  1825. 
395 


EECONCILIATION. 
l)-X»).  The  blind  Man  h, aid,  1 

1  ft  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David  !  " 

Thus  the  blind  Bartinieus  prayed  ; 
u  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
"  Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him. 

But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him.  — 
u  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give  : 

4  "  Lord  !  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"  Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day ! " 
Straight  he  saw.  and.  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh  !  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
'•  Friends  !  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
"  TThat  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 

6  "  Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

"  And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
"  Surely  would  they  hasten  to  him. 
"  He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

John  Nevcton,  1779. 


UG. 


Look  inn  to  the  Cross.  8s  6 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend ! 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood : 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead,  and  claim  my  peace,  with  God. 

396 


647 


648 


PAEDON  FOUND. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze ; 
Love  I  much?  —  I  Ve  much  forgiven, — 
I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I  rll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. — 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

James  Allen,  1757. 
Altered  by  Walter  Shirley,  1776. 

•  The  Surrender.  8s,  7a  &  4, 

1  Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Eedeemer  ! 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Lord !  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine ; 

Thine  entirely,  — 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near :  — 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints !  the  Lord  is  here. 

W M ,  1794. 

Forsakiwj  all  for  Chrixt.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Jesus  !  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I  've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known  ! 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 
397 


RECONCILIATION. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  man,  untrue ; 
And,  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might ! 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  aud  pain  ! 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain : 
I  have  called  thee,  —  "  Abba,  Father  !  " 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  thee  : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me  ; 

'  T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest : 
Oh  !  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me  ; 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'A  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1829. 
04*7.  Much  forgiven.  8s  &  7* 

1  Hail  !  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  ! 

Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 
To  my  soul,  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King : 
Oh  !  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 

Oh  !  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven  ; 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 


398 


650 


PAEDON   FOUND. 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  by : 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ; 
Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven  ; 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir  ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above : 
Whilst,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace,  and  boundless  love 
That  blest  moment,  I  received  him, 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Love  I  much  ?  I  've  much  forgiven  ; 

I  'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

John  Wiwjrove,  1806. 


Yielding  to-Day.  7s  4;  6a. 

1  To-day  thy  mercy  calls  me, 

To  wash  away  my  sin  ; 
However  great  my  trespass, 

"Whate'er  I  may  have  been, 
However  long  from  mercy 

I  may  have  turned  away, 
Thy  blood,  O  Christ !  can  cleanse  me, 

And  make  me  white  to-day. 

2  To-day  thy  gate  is  open, 

And  all  who  enter  in 
Shall  find  a  Father's  welcome, 

And  pardon  for  their  sin ; 
The  past  shall  be  forgotten, 

A  present  joy  be  given, 
A  further  grace  be  promised  — 

A  glorious  crown  in  heaven. 

3  To-day  the  Father  calls  me ; 

The  Holy  Spirit  waits  ; 
The  blessed  angels  gather 

Around  the  heavenly  gates ; 
No  question  will  be  asked  me, 

How  often  I  have  come ; 
399 


RECONCILIATION. 


651. 


Although  I  oft  have  wandered, 
It  is  my  Father's  home. 

Oswald  Allen,  1862. 


The  Convert's  Blessedness.  7s  &  6a 

1  I  've  found  a  joy  in  sorrow, 

A  secret  balm  for  pain, 
A  beautiful  to-morrow 

Of  sunshine  after  rain  ; 
I  've  found  a  branch  of  healing, 

Near  every  bitter  spring ; 
A  whispered  promise  stealing 

O'er  every  broken  string. 

2  I  've  found  a  glad  hosanna 

For  every  woe  and  wail, 
A  handful  of  sweet  manna, 

When  grapes  from  Eshcol  fail ; 
I  've  found  a  Rock  of  ages, 

When  desert  wells  were  dry  ; 
And,  after  weary  stages, 

I  've  found  an  Elim  nigh  ;  — ■ 

3  An  Elim,  with  its  coolness, 

Its  fountains,  and  its  shade, 
A  blessing  in  its  fullness, 

When  buds  of  promise  fade  ; 
O  ex  tears  of  soft  contrition, 

I  've  seen  a  rainbow  light, 
A  glory  and  fruition, 

So  near  —  yet  out  of  sight. 

i  My  Saviour !  thee  possessing, 

We  have  the  joy,  the  balm, 
The  healing  and  the  blessing, 

The  sunshine  and  the  psalm, 
The  promise  for  the  fearful, 

The  Elim  for  the  faint, 
The  rainbow  for  the  tearful, 

The  glory  for  the  saint. 

Mrs.  Jane  [Fox]  Crcwdson,  1S60. 
400 


652 


PAKDON*    FOUND. 
Repentance  at  the  Cross.  7s. 

1  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God !  for  me, 

Thou,  the  Lord  of  life,  didst  die  ; 
Whither  —  whither,  but  to  thee, 

Can  a  trembling  sinner  fly  ? 
Death's  dark  waters  o'er  me  roll, 
Save,  Oh  !  save  my  sinking  soul ! 

2  Never  bowed  a  martyred  head 

Weighed  with  equal  sorrow  down  ; 
Never  blood  so  rich  was  shed, 

Never  king  wore  such  a  crown ; 
To  thy  cross  and  sacrifice 
Faith  now  lifts  her  tearful  eyes. 

3  All  my  soul,  by  love  subdued, 

Melts  in  deep  contrition  there ; 
By  thy  mighty  grace  renewed, 

New-born  hope  forbids  despair  : 
Lord  !  thou  canst  my  guilt  forgive, 
Thou  hast  bid  me  look  and  live. 

4  While  with  broken  heart  I  kneel, 

Sinks  the  inward  storm  to  rest ; 
Life  —  immortal  life  —  I  feel 

Kindled  in  my  throbbing  breast ; 
Thine  —  for  ever  thine  —  I  am ; 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Ray  Palmer,  1865. 
\)0O%  Thine  for  ever.  7a. 

1  Thine  for  ever  —  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  us  from  thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  for  ever —  Lord  of  life  ! 
Shield  us  through  the  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

26  401 


654. 


RECONCILIATION. 

jr  —  Oh !  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  thee  their  rest ; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend  ! 
Oh  !  defend  us  to  the  end. 

Thine  for  ever  —  Saviour  !  keep 
These  thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  thy  care, 
Let  us  all  thy  goodness  share. 

Mrs.  Mary  Fawler  Maude,  1848. 


Darkness  turned  to  Light.  7s, 

1  Boundless  glory,  Lord  !  be  thine ; 
Thou  hast  made  the  darkness  shine  ; 
Thou  hast  sent  a  cheering  ray  ; 
Thou  hast  turned  our  night  to  day. 

2  Darkness  long  involved  us  round, 
Till  we  knew  the  joyful  sound ; 
Then  our  darkness  fled  away,  — 
Chased  by  truth's  celestial  ray. 

3  They  are  blessed,  and  none  beside,  — 
They,  who  in  the  truth  abide ; 

Clear,  the  light  that  marks  their  way  — 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

4  Ye,  who  walk  this  heavenly  road, 
Hasting  to  the  saint's  abode ! 
See  how  bright  it  shines  above ! 
There  appears  the  God  of  love. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 

f*  K  p 

\)fJ'J»  Resignation  to  Christ.  S.  M. 

1  And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield, 

I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee,  Conqueror  ! 

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656 


PARDON  FOUND. 

Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  rny  all  resign  : 
Gracious  Redeemer  !  take,  Oh  !  take, 

And  seal  me  ever  thine  ! 
Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wavering  soul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 
My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thine  only  love  to  know  ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 

No  other  good  below. 
My  Life,  my  Portion  thou ! 

Thou  all-sufficient  art ; 
My  Hope,  my  heavenly  Treasure  !  now 

Enter  and  keep  my  heart. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 
Submission  to  Christ. 

1  Jesus  !  I  come  to  thee, 

A  sinner  doomed  to  die ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross,  — 
Here  at  thy  feet  I  lie. 

2  Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 

And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 
Break,  O  my  God  !  this  heart  of  stone, 
And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 

3  Too  long  my  soul  has  gone, 

Far  from  my  God,  astray ; 
I  've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
In  sin's  delusive  way. 

4  But,  Lord  !  my  heart  is  fixed,  — 

I  hope  in  thee  alone  ; 
Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  thy  throne. 

5  Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 

Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ;  — 

403 


RECONCILIATION. 


G57 


G58. 


Oh  !  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down, 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

Nathan  S.  S.  Beman,  1832 


Psalm  32.  S  M. 

1  On  !  blessed  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ;  — 
Divinely  blessed,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Lost  but  found.  S.  M. 

1  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is,  — 

'T  was  he,  that  loved  my  soul ; 

404 


PARDON  FOUND. 

'T  was  he,  that  washed  me  in  his  hlood, 
'T  was  he,  that  made  me  whole  : 

'T  was  he,  that  sought  the  lost, 
That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 

'T  was  he,  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'T  is  he,  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold : 
I  was  a  wayward  child  ; 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1845. 
\)*J*s  •  Pilgrimage  begun.  S.  M. 

1  From  Egypt  lately  come, 

Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new,  our  better  home, 

Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain  : 
To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 

We  haste,  with  songs  of  joy  ; 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 

And  sweets  that  never  cloy. 

2  Our  toils  and  conflicts  cease, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore ; 
We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 

And  never  hunger  more  : 
There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing ; 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 

For  God  himself  is  King. 

3  We  soon  shall  join  the  throng, 

Their  pleasures  we  shall  share, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  all  the  ransomed  there  : 

405 


600. 


EECONCILIATION. 

How  sweet  the  prospect  is ! 

It  cheers  the  pilgrim's  breast ; 
We  're  journeying  through  the  wilderness, 

But  soon  shall  gain  our  rest. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
Jesus  is  mine.  6s  &  4a 

1  Now  I  have  found  a  Friend ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ;  — 
His  love  shall  never  end  ; 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Though  earthly  joys  decrease, 
Though  earthly  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting  peace  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Though  I  grow  faint  and  cold, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
He  shall  my  wants  supply  ; 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Naught  can  my  hope  destroy ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away,  — 

Jesus  is  mine,  — 
In  the  great  judgment  day,  — 

Jesus  is  mine,  — 
Oh !  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Father  !  thy  name  I  bless  ; 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Thine  was  the  sovereign  grace ; 

Praise  shall  be  thine  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness  ! 
Sealing  the  Father's  grace, 

400 


661 


PAKDON  FOUND. 

Thou  mad'st  my  soul  embrace 
Jesus,  as  mine. 

Henry  Hope,  1852. 
Parting  tcith  the  World.  Ca  &  4a. 

1  Pass  away,  earthly  joy  !  — 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break  every  mortal  tie ; 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Dark  is  the  wilderness ; 
Distant  the  resting-place ; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless  ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away  ; 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Here  would  I  ever  stay ; 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day ! 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night ! 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Mine  is  a  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
All,  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void  ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell,  mortality ! 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Welcome,  eternity  ! 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Welcome,  ye  scenes  of  rest ! 
Welcome,  ye  mansions  blest ! 
Welcome,  a  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

Mrs.  Horatius  Bonar,  1845. 
407 


RECONCILIATION. 
OOZ.  The  divine  Mercy.  Hsu 

1  Thy  mercy,  my  God !  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Has  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast. 

2  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart, 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart : 
Dissolved  by  thy  sunshine,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

3  Dear  Father  !  thy  merciful  word  is  my  all ; 
Thy  promise  supports  me  when  ready  to  fall ; 
When  enemies  crowd,  to  cause  doubt  and  despair, 
I  conquer  them  all  by  the  spirit  of  prayer. 

4  Thy  mercy,  in  Jesus,  exempts  me  from  hell ; 
Thy  mercy  I  '11  sing,  of  thy  mercy  I  '11  tell ; 

'T  was  Jesus,  my  Friend,  when  he  hung  on  the  tree, 
That  opened  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

5  Great  Father  of  mercies  !  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  covenant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son : 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness  mine. 

John  Stocker,  1776. 
"vi)»  Jehovah  Jesus,  All  in  All.  lis. 

1  I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God  ; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my  load ; 
Tho'  friends  spoke  in  rapture  of  Christ  on  the  tree ; 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  was  nothing  to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke  me  by  light  from  on  high, 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me  ;  I  trembled  to  die : 
No  refuge,  no  safety,  in  self  could  I  see: 
Jehovah  !  thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be. 

3  My  terrors  all  vanished  before  the  sweet  name ; 
My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  boldness  I  came 
To  drink  at  the  fountain,  life-giving  and  free : 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to  me. 

Rtfbert  M.  McCheyne,  1834,  a. 
408 


PAEDON  FOUND. 


664 


"  Macht  koch  die  Thiir,  die  Thor  macht  weit."  L.  y 

1  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
Behold !  the  King  of  glory  waits  ! 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 

2  Life  and  salvation  doth  he  bring, 
Wherefore  rejoice,  and  gladly  sing : 
Eternal  praise,  my  God !  to  thee  ! 
Creator !  wise  is  thy  decree  ! 

3  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple,  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer,  and  love,  and  joy. 

4  So  shall  your  Sovereign  enter  in, 
And  new  and  nobler  life  begin  ; 
Eternal  praise,  my  God !  be  thine, 
For  word,  and  deed,  and  grace  divine. 

5  Redeemer !  come ;  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  thee ;  here,  Lord !  abide ; 
Let  me  thine  inner  presence  feel, 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on 
Until  our  glorious  goal  be  won ! 
Eternal  praise,  eternal  fame, 

Be  offered,  Saviour !  to  thy  name ! 

Ger.,  George  Wcissel,  1635. 
Tr.,  Catherine  Winkworth,  1S5S 


G65. 


"Gott  rufct  noch!  '  L  M. 

1  God  calling  yet !  —  shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear  ? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  ily, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  —  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

409 


6G6. 


GG7 


RECONCILIATION. 

God  calling  yet !  —  and  shall  he  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 
He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

God  calling  yet !  —  I  cannot  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay ; 
Vain  world !  farewell ;  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

Ger.,  Gerhard  Tersteegcn,  1730. 
Tr.,  Jane  Borthwick,  1853,  o. 


The  Joy  unknown  in  Heaven.  L.  M. 

1  Trembling,  before  thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord !  in  dust  my  sins  I  own : 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Contend ;  Oh !  smile,  and  heal  the  strife. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  ;  —  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll ; 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found ; 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound  ! 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, — 
The  new-born  peace  of  sins  forgiven : 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels !  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine ; 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  lean  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

Augustus  L.  Hillhouse,  1822. 


Parting  with  carnal  Joys.  L.  M. 

1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair: 

410 


668 


PABDON  FOUND. 

And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord!  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes ; 
Oh!  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Renouncing  All  for  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  Saviour,  Jesus!  from  above; 

Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace; 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love. 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  Oh !  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  day  and  night  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  That  path,  with  humble  speed,  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine ; 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak, 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

4  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul; 
Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

5  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast; 

411 


669 


RECONCILIATION. 

This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 

From  the  French,  John  Wesley,  1739. 
Entire  Consecration.  L.  M. 

1  Now  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers,  to  serve  the  Lord; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh!  be  his  service  all  my  joy!  — 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 

And,  in  his  kind  commands,  rejoice. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways  ; 
Great  God !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


670 


Just  as  I  am.  L.  M. 

1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  —  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  —  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  —  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 

412 


PAEDON  FOUND. 

Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  —  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am ;  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 

Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come  —  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am ;  thy  love  unknown 

Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 

Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come,  I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1S36. 


671. 


G72 


Christ  and  his  B.vjhiecu<a-e$$.  ~L.  M. 

1  No  more,  my  God !  I  boast  no  more, 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  1  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  but  loss ; 
My  former  -pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must,  and  will,  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Oh !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
The  Convert.  L.  M. 

1  Fab  from  thy  fold,  O  God !  my  feet 

Once  moved  in  error's  devious  maze ; 
Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 

Nor  sought  thy  face,  nor  loved  thy  ways. 

2  With  tenderest  voice  thou  bad'st  me  flee 

The  paths  which  thou  couldst  ne'er  approve; 

413 


673. 


RECONCILIATION. 

And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee, 

With  cords  of  sweet  eternal  love. 
Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord !  I  fly, 

And  low  in  self-abasement  fall ; 
A  vile,  a  helpless  worm,  I  lie, 

And  thou,  my  God !  art  all  in  all. 
Dearer  —  far  dearer  —  to  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give ; 
From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends  I  'd  part, 

Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 

Eleanor  Tatlock,  1798. 


Way  to  Canaan.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
Pie  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I  '11  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I  '11  go ;  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul !  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come !  and  thou,  blest  Lamb  ! 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give  ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell,  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I  '11  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say  —  Behold  the  way  to  God ! 

John  Cennick,  1743,  a. 
414 


PARDON  FOUND. 


674 


The  Voice  of  Mercy.  L.  M. 

1  I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from.far ; 

From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  ; 
It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear ; 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice ; 
And  rather  choose  with  fools  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ? 

3  Alas  for  those !  —  the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 

The  voice,  they  would  not  hear  before. 
i  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appeared, 

But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss; 
For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard, 

Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 
5  But  let  me  not  forget  to  own, 

That  if  I  differ  aught  from  those, 
'T  is  due  to  sovereign  grace  alone, 

That  oft  selects  its  proudest  foes. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 


675 


Joy  in  Heaven  for  a  repenting  Sinner.  L.  M. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 
Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
415 


RECONCILIATION. 


676 


The  Grace  of  Faitlu  C.  M. 

1  On  !  gift  of  gifts !  Oh !  grace  of  faith ! 

My  God !  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  mights t  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine ! 

3  All !  grace !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 

The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 

In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light ; 
Earth  looks  so  little,  and  so  low, 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

5  Oh  !  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

If  thou  canst  be,  O  Faith ! 
The  treasure,  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

6  Thy  choice,  0  God  of  goodness !  then 

I  lovingly  adore ; 
Oh !  give  me  grace  to  keep  thy  grace, 
And  grace  t'  inherit  more. 

Frederick  Win.  Faber,  1848. 


677 


Lost  and  found.  C.  M. 

1  Amazing  grace!  —  how  sweet  the  sound! 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

416 


PARDON  FOUND. 


678. 


3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
JT  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

5  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


679. 


Self -Denial  for  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord !  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go ;  one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses,  I  sustain, 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 


The  Voice  of  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, — 

"  Come  unto  me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one  !  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast : " 

2  I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

27  417 


680. 


RECONCILIATION. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold !  I  freely  give 
The  living-water ;  thirsty  one ! 

Stoop  down,  and  drink  and  live : " 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-srivinsj  stream ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  him. 
I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  me ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright : " 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found, 

In  him,  my  Star,  my  Sun ; 
And,  in  that  light  of  life,  I  '11  walk 

Till  traveling  days  are  done. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 


Subdued  by  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  In  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never,  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt ; 

And  plunged  mc  in  despair ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 
"j  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
418 


681. 


082 


PARDON  FOUND. 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 

T  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 
Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue,  « 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 

It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

John,  Newton,  1779. 


Self-Dedication.  C.  M. 

1  Welcome,  O  Saviour !  to  my  heart ; 

Possess  thine  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake,  — 

To  thee,  I  all  resign ; 
My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus !  take, 
And  make  it  all  divine. 

Hugh  Bourne,  1825. 


Not  asliamed  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  I  *M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God !  —  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And,  in  the  new  Jerusalem, 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

Inane  Watts,  170'J. 
419 


RECONCILIATION. 


683. 


684 


Psalm  126.  C.  M. 

1  When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  u  Great  is  the  work  !  "  —  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  the  power  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work  !  "  —  my  heart  replied, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those,  that  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

It  sha'  n't  deceive  their  hope ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
Joy  over  the  Penitent.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And,  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 

In  songs,  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 
-i-,) 


685. 


PAEDON  FOUND. 

3  AYell-pleased,  the  Father  sees,  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Xor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire : 
"  The  sinner  lost  is  found ! "  they  sing. 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

John  Xeedham,  1763,  a. 


686. 


Self -Consecration.  C-  II. 

1  My  God !  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  thine, 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
2so  more  from  thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died, 

Behold  I  prostrate  fall ; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified ; 
Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  May  the  dear  blood,  once  shed  for  me, 

My  blest  atonement  prove, 
That  I,  from  first  to  last,  may  be 
The  purchase  of  thy  love. 

4  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  thee  be  ever  given ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord  ! 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 

.  Matthew  Bridges,  1843. 


Salvation  by  Grace.  C.  M 

1  Lord  !  we  confess  our  numerous  faults  ; 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul !  for  ever  praise, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

421 


BECONCILIATION. 

3  'T  is  not  by  works  of  righteousness, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'T  is  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 

That  all  our  hopes  begin ; 
'T  is  by  the  water,  and  the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'T  is  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down,  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

G  Raised  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 
And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


687 


Old  Things  passed  away.  C.  M. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day, 

The  stars  are  all  concealed  ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

3  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

4  But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  .own 

A  worthless  worm  like  me  ? 
Now,  Lord  !  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
4:22 


PARDON  FOUND. 
OOo  •  The  Iiobe  of  Ri'jhteoumesa.  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  heart !  arise,  my  tongue ! 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'T  is  he  adorned  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm, 
Pie  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And,  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

"What  earthly  princes  wear ! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are ! 

5  Strangely,  my  soul !  art  thou  arrayed 

By  the  great  sacred  Three ! 

In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise, 

Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 


Isaac  Watts,  1770. 


689 


Redemption  and  Protection. 

1  Arise,  my  soul !  my  joyful  powers  ! 

And  triumph  in  my  God ; 
Awake  my  voice !  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell ; 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure, 
Than  't  was  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed ; 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 
430 


G90 


691 


RECONCILIATION. 

The  city  of  my  blessed  abode 
Is  walled  around  with  grace ; 

Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

Arise,  my  soul !  awake,  my  voice ! 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 

My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


The  Pearl  of  great  Price.  C.  M. 

1  Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth !  adieu ; 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  nattering  baits  of  sense ! 

Inestimable  worth  appears,  — 

The  pearl  of  price  immense. 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown,  — 

Oh !  name,  divinely  sweet !  — 
Jesus  !  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I  'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
•  Renouncing  the  World.  H.  M 

1  Come,  my  fond  fluttering  heart ! 

Come,  struggle  to  be  free ; 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be : 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 
But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets !  forbear ; 

Ye  dearest  idols  !  fall ; 

424 


PAEDON  FOUND. 

My  love  ye  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 
'T  is  bitter  pain,  —  't  is  cruel  smart,  — 
But,  Oh  !  thou  must  consent,  my  heart ! 

Ye  fair  enchanting  throng ! 

Ye  golden  dreams  !  farewell ! 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
Farewell,  ye  joys  of  early  years  !  — 
Jesus  !  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

In  Gilead  there  is  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there, 
My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 

To  bid  me  not  despair : 
Dear  Saviour !  help  me,  set  me  free, 
And  I  will  all  resign  to  thee. 

Oh !  may  I  feel  thy  worth, 

And  let  no  idol  dare, — 
No  vanity  of  earth, 

"With  thee,  my  Lord !  compare : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

Jane  Taylor,  1812,  a. 


G92 


Intercession  and  Pardon,  H.  M. 

1  Arise,  my  soul !  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 
425 


RECONCILIATION. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me : 
"  Forgive  him,  Oh  !  forgive,"  they  cry, 
"  Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die." 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me,  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  "  Father,  Abba,  Father  t "  cry. 

Charles  Wesleij,  1742. 

VI.-COMMEMORATION. 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


693. 


Calvary.  7  6,  7  6,  7  7.  7  6. 

1  Lamb  of  God !  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee  ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release  ; 
Oh!  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain, 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  iniquity  release ; 

42G 


THE  LORD  S  SUPPER. 

Oh!  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease 
Oh !  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

4  Never  will  we  hence  depart, 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve  ? 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give  ; 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee, 

Till  complete  in  holiness,  — 
Oh!  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


694 


The  living  Bread.  7  6,  7  6,  7  7,  7  8. 

1  Jesus,  Master  of  the  feast ! 

The  feast  itself  thou  art ; 
Now  receive  thine  every  guest, 

And  comfort  every  heart ! 
Give  us  living  bread  to  eat, 

Manna  that  from  heaven  comes  down ; 
See  us  waiting  at  thy  feet, 

And  make  thy  favor  known. 

2  In  this  earthly  wilderness 

Thou  hast  a  table  spread, 
Richly  filled  with  every  grace 

Our  fainting  souls  can  need.: 
Still  sustain  us  by  thy  love, 

Still  thy  servant's  strength  repair, 
Till  we  reach  thy  courts  above, 

And  feast  for  ever  there. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745,  a. 
427 


COMMEMORATION. 
\J*JtJ»  Jesus  Precious.  7s  &  6a 

1  I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus ! 

For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 

My  heart  is  dead  within ; 
I  need  the  cleansing  fountain, 

Where  I  can  always  flee, 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

2  I  need  thee,  blessed  Jesus  ! 

For  I  am  very  poor  ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store  ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus, 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

3  I  need  thee,  blessed  Jesus ! 

I  need  a  friend  like  thee  ; 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me  ; 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus, 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

4  I  need  thee,  blessed  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  thee  soon, 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  thy  throne ; 
There,  with  thy  blood-bought  children 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  thy  praise,  Lord  Jesus  ! 

To  gaze,  my  Lord !  on  thee. 

Frederick  Whitfield,  1859. 


696. 


"0  Esca  Viatorum."  7s  &  6a. 

O  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given, 
O  Food,  that  angels  eat, 

428 


G97 


THE  LORD  S  SUPPEB. 

O  Manna,  sent  from  heaven, 
For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 

Give  us,  for  thee  long  pining, 
To  eat  till  richly  filled  ; 

Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 
Our  every  wish  is  stilled.. 

O  TVater,  life-bestowing, 

From  out  the  Saviour's  heart ! 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  thou  art ; 
Oh !  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

Jesus  !  this  feast  receiving, 

We  thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

TVe  take,  and  doubt  no  more ; 
Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving  I 

On  earth  to  live  in  thee  ; 
Then,  death  the  vail  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 

Tr.,  Ray  Palmer,  1858. 


Ths  Rock  of  Ages.  7i. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

429 


698 


COMMEMORATION. 

Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour !  or  I  die. 
Whilst  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 


The  living  Food. 

1  Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat,  indeed ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  Bread ; 
Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  heaven !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

'T  is  thy  wounds  my  healing  give  ; 
To  thy  cross  I  look,  and  live ; 
Thou,  my  Life !  Oh !  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee. 

Josiah  Conder,  1836, 


699. 


Jesus  only. 

1  Blessed  Saviour !  thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above : 

All  my  hopes  in  thee  abide, 
Thou  my  Hope,  and  naught  beside : 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss  ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, — 

43b 


700. 


THE  LORD  S  SDPPEE. 

Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day  ; 
Hence,  vain  shadows  !  let  me  see 
Jesus  crucified  for  me. 

Blessed  Saviour !  thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die ; 
Height,  or  depth,  or  creature  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more ; 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  thee. 

George  Duffidd,  1859. 


"Ad  reglas  Agni  Dapes."  7*. 

1  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast,  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  his  pierced  side. 

2  Praise  we  him,  whose  love  divine 
Gives  his  sacred  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  his  body  for  the  feast,  — 
Christ,  the  Victim,  —  Christ,  the  Priest. 

3  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword ; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go, 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

4  Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  paschal  Bread ; 

With  sincerity  and  love, 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

5  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky  ! 
Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  thee  lie ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  has  brought  us  life  and  light. 

6  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord !  to  thee  we  raise ; 
Holy  Father !  praise  to  thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be ! 

Lat.,  Roman  Breviary. 
Tr.,  Robert  Campbell,  1850. 
431 


COMMEMORATION. 


701. 


702 


"  Dignare  mc,  0  Jcsu!  rogo  te.n 

1  Jesus  !  grant  me  this,  I  pray, 
Ever  in  thy  heart  to  stay ; 
Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  thy  wounded  side. 

2  If  the  evil  one  prepare, 

Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 

I  am  safe,  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

3  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill, 
Naught  I  fear,  when  I  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

4  Death  will  come  one  day  to  me ; 
Jesus  cast  me  not  from  thee : 
Dying,  let  me  still  abide 

In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 

Tr.,  Henry  W.  Baker,  18G1. 


Peerless  Calvary.  7a. 

1  When,  on  Sinai's  top,  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too-transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary ! 

James  Montgomery,  1812. 
432 


THE  LOED  8  SUPPEB. 


703 


Salvation  by  Grace.  S.  M. 

1  Grace  !  —  't  is  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  mine  ear ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Philip  DoddrUJ.ye,  1740. 


704 


The  Lord's  Supper.  S.  M. 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Our  peace  is  made  with  heaven ; 
The  Son  of  God  came  down  to  die, 
That  we  might  be  forgiven. 

2  His  precious  blood  was  shed, 

His  body  bruised  for  sin ; 
Remember  this,  in  eating  bread, 
And  that,  in  drinking  wine. 

3  Approach  his  royal  board, 

In  his  rich  garments  clad  ; 
Join,  every  tongue  !  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And,  every  heart !  be  glad. 

4  The  Father  gives  the  Son ; 

The  Son,  his  flesh  and  blood ; 
The  Spirit  seals,  and  faith  puts  on 
The  righteousness  of  God. 

Joseph  Hart,  1762. 
28  433 


COMMEMOKATION. 
•  \f*J  •  Communion  with  Christ,  and  his  Saints.  S.  M. 

1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favor,  matchless  grace, 
Of  our  descending  God ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

I  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one ;  — 
We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he,  the  first-born  Son. 

5  "We  are  but  several  parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread ; 
One  body  hath  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


706. 


Repentance  at  the  Cross.  S.  M. 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 

He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

434 


707. 


708. 


TIIE  LORD  S  SUPPER. 

3  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep ; — 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear ; — 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
There  is  no  weeping  there. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 
The  Banqucting-House.  S.  N 

1  Jesus  !  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word ; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

2  His  presence  makes  the  feast ; 

And  now  our  bosoms  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

3  With  pure  celestial  bliss, 

He  doth  our  spirits  cheer ; 
His  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  he  hath  brought  us  here. 

4  He  doth  his  servants  feed 

With  manna  from  above, 
His  banner  over  us  is  spread, 
His  everlasting  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 
The  Feast  of  Love.  8.  M. 

1  Sweet  feast  of  love  divine  ! 

'T  is  grace,  that  makes  U3  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 
In  memory,  Lord !  of  thee. 

2  That  blood,  that  flowed  for  sin, 

In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within, 
That  we  are  loved  of  thee. 

3  Oh  !  if  this  glimpse  of  love 

Is  so  divinely  sweet, 
What  will  it  be,  O  Lord  !  above, 
Thy  gladdening  smile  to  meet  ? — 
435 


709. 


COMMEMORATION. 

4  To  see  thee  face  to  face, 

Thy  perfect  likeness  wear, 
And  all  thy  ways  of  wondrous  grace 
Through  endless  years  declare  ! 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 
The  Living  Bread.  S.  M. 

1  Tiiee,  King  of  saints  !  we  praise 

For  this,  our  living  bread  ; 
Nourished  by  thy  preserving  grace, 
And  at  thy  table  fed. 

2  Yet  still  a  higher  seat 

We  in  thy  kingdom  claim, 
Who  here  begin,  by  faith,  to  eat 
The  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

3  That  glorious,  heavenly  prize 

We  surely  shall  attain, 
And,  in  the  palace  of  the  skies, 
With  thee  for  ever  reign. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


710. 


A  Memorial  of  Praise.  8s  &  7a 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing ! 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount ;  I  'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Eben-Ezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home: 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

436 


711 


712. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace,now,like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander, — Lord  !  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here 's  my  heart ;  Oh !  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Robert  Robinson,  1758. 
The  Body  and  Blood  of  Jesus.  8s  &  7a 

1  In  the  name  of  God,  the  Father, 

In  the  name  of  God,  the  Son, 
In  the  name  of  God,  the  Spirit, 

One  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
In  the  name,  which  highest  angels 

Speak  not,  ere  they  veil  their  face, 
Crying,  «  Holy,  holy,  holy !" 

Come  we  to  this  sacred  place. 

2  Here,  in  figure  represented, 

See  the  passion  once  again  ; 
Here  behold  the  Lamb  most  holy, 

As  for  our  redemption  slain  ; 
Here  the  Saviour's  body  broken, 

Here  the  blood  which  Jesus  shed, — 
Mystic  food  of  life  eternal, — 

See,  for  our  refreshment  spread. 

3  Here  shall  highest  praise  be  offered; 

Here  shall  meekest  prayer  be  poured  ; 
Here,  with  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

God  incarnate  be  adored  : 
Holy  Jesus  !  for  thy  coming, 

May  thy  love  our  hearts  prepare ; 
Thine  we  fain  would  have  them  wholly  • 

Enter,  Lord  !  and  tarry  there. 

John  Wm.  Hewett,  1859,  a. 


The  Clcsi  of  the  Feast. 

1  Now  in  parting,  Father!  bless  us  ; 
Saviour !  still  thy  peace  bestow 
437 


713 


COMMEMORATION. 

Gracious  Comforter !  be  with  us, 

As  we  from  thy  table  go ; 
Bless  us,  bless  us, 

Father,  Son  and  Spirit !  now. 
Bless  us  here,  while  still,  as  strangers, 

Onward  to  our  home  we  move ; 
Bless  us  with  eternal  blessings 

In  our  Father's  house  above, 
Ever,  ever, 

Dwelling  in  the  light  of  love. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1868. 


The  threefold  Love.  83  &  7a. 

IJSee,  Oh  !  see  what  love  the  Father 

Hath  bestowed  upon  our  race  ! 
How  he  bends,  with  sweet  compassion, 

Over  us  his  beaming  face  ! 
See  how  he  his  best  and  dearest, 

For  the  very  worst,  hath  given,  — 
His  own  Son  for  us  poor  sinners  ; 

See,  Oh  !  see  the  love  of  heaven  ! 

2  See,  Oh  !  see,  what  love  the  Saviour, 

Also,  hath  on  us  bestowed  ! 
How  he  bled  for  us  and  suffered, 

How  he  bore  the  heavy  load ! 
On  the  cross  and  in  the  garden, 

Oh  !  how  sore  was  his  distress  ! 
Is  not  this  a  love,  that  passeth 

Aught  that  tongue  can  e'er  express  ? 

3  See,  Oh  !  see,  what  love  is  shown  us, 

Also,  by  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
How  he  strives  with  us,  poor  sinners, 

Even  when  we  sin  the  most, 
Teaching,  comforting,  correcting, 

Where  he  sees  it  needful  is  ! 
Oh  !  what  heart  would  not  be  thankful 

For  a  threefold  love  like  this  ? 

Ger.,  Carl  J.  P.  Spitta,  1833. 
Tr.,  Richard  Massie,  1859. 
438 


THE  LOBD  S  SUPPEB. 


714 


Remembrance  of  Christ.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us, 

Cheers  our  famished  souls  with  food  ; 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us, 

Of  his  mystic  flesh  and  blood ; 
Precious  banquet ;  bread  of  heaven  ; 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free  ;  — 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord  !  of  thee. 

2  In  thy  holy  incarnation, 

When  the  angels  sang  thy  birth  ; 
In  thy  fasting  and  temptation ; 

In  thy  labors  on  the  earth  ; 
In  thy  trial,  and  rejection  ; 

In  thy  sufferings  on  the  tree  ; 
In  thy  glorious  resurrection  ; 

May  we,  Lord  !  remember  thee. 

Roswell  Park,  1836. 


715 


Christ  seen  at  his  Table.  8s  &  7s. 

1  While,  in  sweet  communion,  feeding 

On  this  earthly  bread  and  wine, 
Saviour  !  may  we  see  thee  bleeding 

On  the  cross,  to  make  us  thine  : 
Now,  our  eyes  for  ever  closing 

To  this  fleeting  world  below  ; 
On  thy  gentle  breast  reposing, 

Teach  us,  Lord  !  thy  grace  to  know. 

2  Though  unseen,  be  ever  near  us, 

With  the  still  small  voice  of  love  ; 
Whispering  words  of  peace  to  cheer  us, 

Every  doubt  and  fear  remove : 
Bring  before  us  all  the  story 

Of  thy  life,  and  death  of  woe  ; 
And,  with  hopes  of  endless  glory, 

Wean  our  hearts  from  all  below. 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 
439 


COMMEMORATION. 


716. 


Glorying  in  the  Cross.  8s  &  7s. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance,  streaming. 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

John  Bowring,  1825. 


717 


&' 


Christ  Crucified.  8s  &  7a 

1  When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding, 

For  my  sins,  upon  the  tree  ; 
Oh !  how  wondrous,  how  exceeding 
Great,  his  love  appears  to  me ! 

2  Floods  of  deep  distress  and  anguish, 

To  impede  his  labors,  came  ; 

Yet  they  all  could  not  extinguish 

Love's  eternal,  burning  flame. 

3  Now  redemption  is  completed, 

Full  salvation  is  procured  ; 
Death  and  Satan  are  defeated, 
By  the  sufferings  he  endured. 

440 


THE  LOED'd   SUPPER. 

4  Now  the  gracious  Mediator, 

Risen  to  the  courts  of  bliss, 
Claims  for  me,  a  sinful  creature, 
Pardon,  righteousness,  and  peace. 

5  Sure  such  infinite  affection 

Lays  the  highest  claims  to  mine  ; 
All  my  powers,  without  exception, 
Should  in  fervent  praises  join. 

G  Jesus  !  fit  me  for  thy  service  ; 
Form  me  for  thyself  alone  ; 
I  am  thy  most  costly  purchase,  — 
Take  possession  of  thy  own. 

Richard  Lee,  1794, 


718 


The  Close  of  the  Feast.  8s  &  7a. 

1  From  the  table  now  retiring, 

"Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread, 
May  our  souls,  refreshment  finding, 
Grow,  in  all  things,  like  our  Head ! 

2  His  example  by  beholding, 

May  our  lives  his  image  bear ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling, 

His  commands  may  we  revere. 

3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 

Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing, 

Peace  from  God,  through  endless  day. 

Anon.,  1812. 


19 


Not  ashamed  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord ! 

Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

441 


COMMEMORATION. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


720 


Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


The  Gospel  Feast.  L.  M. 

1  How  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  ! 

Thy  table  furnished  from  above ; 
The  fruits  of  life  o'erspread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'ernows  with  heavenly  love. 

2  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame, 

And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh ; 
But,  at  the  gospel  call,  we  came, 
And  every  want  received  supply. 

3  From  the  highway  that  leads  to  hell, 

From  paths  of  darkness  and  despair, 
Lord !  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  presence  here. 

4  What  shall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 

That  left  the  heaven  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wanderers  back  to  God  ? 

5  It  cost  him  death  to  save  our  lives  ; 

To  buy  our  souls,  it  cost  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

G  Our  everlasting  love  is  due 

To  him  that  ransomed  sinners  lost, — 
And  pitied  rebels,  when  he  knew 

The  vast  expense  his  love  would  cost. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
442 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


721. 


99 


ill 


1.  L.  \L 

1  If  i  God  !  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 

And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow  ? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led. 

And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail !  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes  ! 

Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Thrice  happy  he.  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food! 

3  Oh  !  let  thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnished  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

4  Let  crowds  approach,  with  hearts  prepared; 

With  hearts  inflamed  let  all  attend  ; 
Xor,  when  we  leave  our  Father's  board, 
The  pleasure  or  the  profit  end. 

PhiUp  B'jddr>rPjc,    1740. 


The  Lord! a  Supper  in  sir  L.  M. 

1  'T  "was  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

"When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight. 

And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes : 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake: 
"What  love  through  all  Ins  actions  ran  ! 
"What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! 

3  '•  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  : "  — 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine. 
'•  'T  is  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

1  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  ';  till  time  shall  end, 
In  menrry  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 
M<  ft.  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord.*' 
443 


COMMEMORATION. 

5  Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate  ; 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

•  ***->•  The  good  Shepherd.  L.  M. 

1  Tnou  !  whom  my  soul  admires,  above 
All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love,  — 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd  !  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pasture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep,  — 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

0  Why  should  thy  bride  appear,  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove,  — 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be ; 
A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 

Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans,  and  tears. 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  : 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
Till  my  beloved  leads  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

*  JL  "X  •  The  Memorial  of  our  Lord.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

444 


72 


726. 


THE  LORD  S  SUPPER. 

3  Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot,' 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem  ; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'T  is  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
O  •  Living  to  Christ  alone.  L.  M. 

1  My  gracious  Lord !  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight, 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being,  but  for  thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  or  powers  employ, 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'T  is  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  him,  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  untainted  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  love  hath  animating  power. 

Phrip  Dvddrid'jc,  1740. 


Showing  forth  Christ's  Death.  L  M. 

1  O  Jesus  !  bruised  and  wounded  more 
Than  bursted  grape,  or  bread  of  wheat, 
T!ie  Life  of  life  within  our  souls. 
The  Cup  of  our  salvation  sweet ; 

415 


COMMEMORATION. 

2  We  come  to  show  thy  dying  hour, 

Thy  streaming  vein,  thy  broken  flesh ; 
And  still  the  blood  is  warm  to  save, 
And  still  the  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

3  O  Heart !  that,  with  a  double  tide 

Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure ; 
O  Flesh  !  once  offered  on  the  cross, 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure ; 

4  Let  never  more  our  sinful  souls 

The  anguish  of  thy  cross  renew  ; 
Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails, 

That  pierced  thy  victim  body  through. 

Mrs.  Cecil  F.  Alexander,  1859. 


727 


Communion  with  Christ  at  his  Table.  L.  M. 

1  To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, — 

Dear  name,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored ! 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet,  while  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  glorious  feet, 

Oh  !  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  displayed, — 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

o  Let  humble,  penitential  woe, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow ; 
And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
41G 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
•  "U*  The  Day  of  Espousals.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be. 

Like  our  espousals,  Lord  !  to  thee  ;  — 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when,  from  above, 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day, — 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay  ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  Each  foll'wing  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys  ; 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
i  ZtfJ  •  "Jesu,  Dulcedo  Cordiuml"  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 

Thou  Fount  of  life!  thou  Light  of  men! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  thee,  thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  thee, — All  in  all ! 

0  We  taste  thee,  O  thou  living  Bread ! 
And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still ; 
We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst,  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 
447 


Tl> 


730. 


COMMEMORATION. 

O  Jesus  !  ever  with  us  stay ; 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away ; 

Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light. 

Lat.,  Bernard,  of  Clairvaux,  1140. 
Tr.,  Bay  Palmer,  1833. 


"Jesu  !  dulcis  Mcmoria."  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  how  sweet  thy  mem'ry  is  ! 
Thinking  of  thee  is  truest  bliss  ; 
Beyond  all  honeyed  sweets  below 
Thy  presence  is  it  here  to  know. 

2  Tongue  cannot  speak  a  lovelier  word, 
Naught  more  melodious  can  be  heard, 
Naught  sweeter  can  be  thought  upon, 
Than  Jesus  Christ,  God's  only  Son. 

0  Jesus  !  thou  Hope  of  those  who  turn, 
Gentle  to  those  who  pray  and  mourn, 
Ever  to  those  who  seek  thee,  kind, — 
"What  must  thou  be  to  those  who  find  ? 

4  Jesus !  thou  dost  true  pleasures  bring, 
Light  of  the  heart,  and  living  Spring ! 
Higher  than  highest  pleasures  roll, 
Or  warmest  wishes  of  the  soul. 

5  Lord  !  in  our  bosoms  ever  dwell, 
And  of  our  souls  the  night  dispel ; 
Pour  on  our  inmost  mind  the  ray ; 
And  fill  our  earth  with  blissful  day. 

Lat.,  Bernard,  of  Clairvaux,  1140. 
Tr.,  James  W.  Alexander,  1859. 

"Jem!  dulcis  Memoria."  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  the  very  thought  of  thee 

With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 

448 


THE   LOKD'S  SUPPER. 

A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

0  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  : 
The  love  of  Jesus,  —  what  it  is, 
Xone  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus  !  our  only  joy  be  thou  ! 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 
Jesus  !  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity  ! 

Lat.,  Bernard,  of  Clairvaux,  1140. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 


732 


"Jem,  Rex  admirabilis ! '" 

1  O  Jesus  !  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  Conqueror  renowned ; 

Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found  ! 

2  "When  once  thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine  ; 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart ; 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

o  O  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below  ! 
Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire  ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire,  — 

4  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 

And  ever  thee  adore  ; 
And,  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless 

Thee  may  we  love  alone  ; 
29  440 


COMMEMOEATION. 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
The  image  of  thine  own. 

Lat.,  Bernard,  of  Clairranx,  1140. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 

*J*J»  "Jesu,  Decus  angelicuml"  CM. 

1  O  Jesus  !  thou  the  Beauty  art 

Of  angel  worlds  above  ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  my  sweet  Jesus  !  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  I  send  ; 
To  thee  mine  inmost  spirit  cries, 
My  being's  Hope  and  End. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord  !  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss, 

4  O  Jesus,  spotless  Virgin-Flower  ! 

Our  life  and  joy  !  to  thee 
Be  praise,  beatitude  and  power, 
Through  all  eternity ! 

Lat.,  Bernard,  of  Clairvaux,  1140. 
Tr.,  Edward  Caswall,  1849. 


Tf> 


734. 


Tlie  Feast  of  divine  Love.  C.  M. 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

"With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
"While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast ; 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues,  — 
"  Lord  !  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?  " 
450 


735 


THE  LOBD'S  SUrPEB. 

'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 

And  perished  in  our  sin. 

Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

TVe  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


The  new  Covenant  sealed.  C.  M. 

1  u  Tiie  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

Shall  stand  for  ever  good  !  "  — 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word, 

I  set  my  worthless  name  ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  Thy  light,  and  strength,  and  pard'ning  grace, 

And  glory  shall  be  mine  ; 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'T  was  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 

AVho  blessed  us  in  his  will, 

And,  to  his  testament  of  love, 

Made  his  own  life  the  seal. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
451 


COMMEMORATION. 


736. 


Remembrance  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  All  praise  to  him  of  Nazareth  ! 

The  Holy  One  who  came, 
For  love  of  man,  to  die  a  death 
Of  agony  and  shame  ! 

2  In  tender  mem'ry  of  his  grave, 

The  mystic  bread  we  take, 
And  muse  upon  the  life,  he  gave 
So  freely,  for  our  sake. 

3  A  boundless  love  he  bore  mankind  ; 

Oh  !  may  at  least  a  part 
Of  that  strong  love  descend,  and  find 
A  place  in  every  heart ! 

William  C.  Bryant,  1804. 


737. 


The  Body  and  Blood  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Here  at  thy  table,  Lord !  we  meet, 

To  feed  on  food  divine  ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  He,  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down,  and  dies  ; 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Sure,  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour  !   so  divine  ; 
Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

4  Yes,  thou-shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 

My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 
With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jesus  !  at  thy  call. 

Samuel  Stennctt,  1787. 


738 


Love  unto  Death.  C.  M» 

1  How  condescending  and  how  kind, 
Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 

452 


739. 


THE  LOED's  SUPPEE. 

Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

When  justice,  by  our  sins  provoked, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 

He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word. 

He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There  's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 

But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 
That,  when  the  Saviour  knew — 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great ; 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 

Here,  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 

And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Remembering  CJirist.  C.  M. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  Mend  is  nigh  ;  — 

2  Oh  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell — 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  ? 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, — 
'•Meet,  and  remember  me  !" 

453 


COMMEMORATION. 

4  Remember  thee ! — thy  death,  thy  shame, 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  !  — 
O  mem'ry  !  leave  no  other  name 
But  his  recorded  there. 

Gerard  T.  Noel,  1183. 
I   xU  .  The  triumphal  Feast.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

High  as  our  joys  arise, 
And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 
Where  pleasure  never  dies. 

2  Jesus,  the  Lord,  that  bled  and  died, 

And  conquered  when  he  fell ; 
That  rose  again,  and  reigns  supreme 
O'er  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell ; — 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  invites  us  here, 

To  his  triumphal  feast ; 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 
For  each  redeemed  guest. 

4  Victorious  Lord  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  so  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 
To  be  for  ever  thine. 

5  We  give  thee,  Lord!  our  highest  praise — 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  : 
But  themes,  so  infinite  as  these, 


Exceed  our  noblest  son^s. 


Isaac  Watts,  1707,  a. 


741. 


Grateful  Remembrance  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Remember  thee !  remember  Christ ! 

While  mem'ry  holds  her  place, 
Can  we  forget  the  Lord  of  life, 
Who  saves  us  by  his  grace  ? 

2  The  Lord  of  life,  with  glory  crowned, 

On  heaven's  exalted  throne, 
Forgets  not  those  for  whom,  on  earth, 
He  heaved  Ins  dying  groan. 
454 


742 


THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

3  The  promised  joy  he  then  obtained, 

"When  he  ascended  hence, 
Up  from  the  grave,  to  God's  right  hand, 
A  Saviour  and  a  Prince  ? 

4  His  glory  now  no  tongue  of  man, 

Or  seraph  bright,  can  tell : 
Yet  still  the  chief  of  all  his  joys. 
That  souls  are  saved  from  hell. 

5  For  this  he  came  and  dwelt  on  earth  ; 

For  this  his  life  was  given  ; 
For  this  he  fought,  and  vanquished  death; 
For  this  he  pleads  in  heaven. 

C  Join,  all  ye  saints  beneath  the  sky  ! 
Your  grateful  praise  to  give  ; 
Sing  loud  hosannas  to  the  Lord, 
Who  died  that  you  might  live. 

Ralph  Wardlaic,   1803. 


A  present  God.  C.  M. 

1  O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near  ! 

Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear, 
Before  thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  thy  love  ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat,  the  body  of  the  Lord  ; 
Our  drink,  his  precious  blood. 

Edward  Od>r,  1836. 


74° 


O  •  Lasting  Remembrance  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

Jesus  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 

And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace,  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 

And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 
45.") 


COMMEMORATION. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 

3  Gethsemane  can  we  forget, — 

Thy  struggling  agony, 
"When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 

4  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget, 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  he,  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

5  Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid, 

On  thee,  alone  on  thee : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 
Thine  all  the  glory  be  ! 

William  Mitchell,  1831. 


744 


Remembering  Christ.  C.  M, 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord ! 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee  :  — 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  !  — 

456 


745 


746 


THE  LORD  S   SUPPEE. 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  mem'ry  nee  ; 

When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus  !  remember  me. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


Clirist,  onr  Pdjhtcousness.  C.  M. 

1  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea,  — 
For  me  the-  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin  ! 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood! 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve, 
Till  hope  shall  in  fruition  die. 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 

VII.— A  SPIRATTON. 

I.— OF  LOVE. 


The  Name  of  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And,  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Jesus! — my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend! 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End ! 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 
457 


747 


748 


ASPIRATION. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought  ; 

But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


The  peerless  Name.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  the  name  I  love  so  well, 

The  name  I  love  to  hear ! 
No  saint  on  earth  his  worth  can  tell, 
No  heart  conceive  how  dear. 

2  It  bids  my  trembling  soul  rejoice, 

And  dries  each  rising  tear ; 
It  tells  me,  in  a  still  small  voice, 
To  trust  and  not  to  fear. 

3  This  name  shall  shed  its  fragrance  still 

Along  the  thorny  road  ; 
Shall  sweetly  smooth  the  rugged  hill, 
That  leads  me  up  to  God. 

4  And  there  with  all  the  blood-bought  throng, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
I  '11  sing  the  new  eternal  song 
Of  Jesus'  love  to  me. 

Frederick  Whitfield,  1859. 


The  Name  of  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  how  much  thy  name  unfolds 

To  every  opened  ear  ! 
The  pardoned  sinner's  mem'ry  holds 
None  other  half  so  dear. 

2  It  speaks  of  righteousness  complete, 

Of  holiness  to  God  ; 
And,  to  our  ears,  no  tale  so  sweet 
As  his  atoning  blood. 
458 


OF  LOVE. 

3  Jesus,  the  One,  who  knew  no  sin, 

Made  sin  to  make  us  just ! 
Worthy  art  thou  our  love  to  win, 
And  worthy  all  our  trust. 

4  Thy  name  encircles  every  grace 

That  God,  as  man,  could  show ; 
There  only  can  the  Spirit  trace 
A  perfect  life  below. 

5  The  mention  of  thy  name  shall  bow 

Our  hearts  to  worship  thee  ; 
The  chiefest  of  ten  thousand,  thou,  — 
The  chief  of  sinners,  we. 

Mrs.  Mary  [Bewley]  Peters,  1849. 


749. 


Christ  precious.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'T  is  music  to  mine  ear  ; 
Fain  wTould  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  Transport  and  my  Trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  life  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Then,  speecldess,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
459 


ASPIKATION. 


750. 


The  Grace  of  Love.  C.  M. 

1  T  'is  pure  delight  without  alloy, 

Jesus  !  to  hear  thy  name  ; 
My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy  ; 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 

AVhile  love  inspires  my  breast ; — ■ 
Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
The  sovereign  of  the  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing, 

When  faith  and  fear  shall  cease, 
Must  sound  from  every  joyful  string, 
Through  the  sweet  groves  of  bliss. 

4  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 

And  hasten  to  my  home  ; 
I  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace  ; 
I  come,  O  Lord!  I  come. 

5  Sink  down,  ye  separating  hills  ! 

Let  guilt  and  death  remove  ; 
'T  is  love  that  drives  my  chariot  wheels, 
And  death  must  yield  to  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  170G. 


751. 


The  dearest  Name.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear, 

I  love  to  sing  its  worth  ; 
It  sounds  like  music  in  mine  ear, 
The  sweetest  name  on  earth. 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

Who  died  to  set  me  free ; 
It  tells  me  of  his  precious  blood, 
The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

3  It  tells  me  what  my  Father  hath 

In  store  for  every  day, 
And,  though  I  tread  a  darksome  path, 
Yields  sunshine  all  the  way. 
4G0 


OF   LOVE. 

4  It  tells  of  One,  whose  loving  heart 
Can  feel  my  deepest  woe. 
Who  in  each  sorrow  bears  a  part, 
That  none  can  bear  below. 

Frederick  Whitfield,  1850. 
(  *j£  *  Love  to  the  unseen  Jesus.  C.  H 

1  Jesus  !  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

That  radiant  form  of  thine  ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine. 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 

Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me  ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes  unsought 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet,  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Mast  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  !  —  and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  thou  art ! 

Fm>j  Palmer,  1858. 
The  great  Mdchisedec.  CM 

1  Tnou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb ! 
I  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 

Xo  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
Is  half  so  sweet  to  me. 

2  Oh  !  let  me  ever  hear  thy  voice 
In  mercy  to  me  speak  ; 

And  in  my  Priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
My  great  Melchisedec ! 
461 


753 


754 


755. 


ASPIEATION. 

3  My  Jesus  shall  be  still  ray  theme, 

While  in  this  world  I  stay  ; 

I  '11  sing  my  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  thy  favored  throng, 
Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. 

John  Cennick,  1743. 
All-absorbing  Love.  C.  M. 

1  O  Jesus,  Jesus,  dearest  Lord  ! 

Forgive  me,  if  I  say, 
For  very  love,  thy  sacred  name 
A  thousand  times  a  day. 

2  I  love  thee  so,  T  know  not  how 

My  transports  to  control ; 
Thy  love  is  like  a  burning  fire 
Within  my  very  soul. 

3  Oh  !  wonderful !  that  thou  shouldst  let 

So  vile  a  heart  as  mine 
Love  thee  with  such  a  love  as  this, 
And  make  so  free  with  thine  ! 

4  O  Light  in  darkness  !  Joy  in  grief ! 

O  Heaven  begun  on  earth  ! 
Jesus,  my  Love,  my  Treasure  !  who 
Can  tell  what  thou  art  worth  ? 

5  O  Jesus,  Jesus,  sweetest  Lord  ! 

What  art  thou  not  to  me  ? 
Each  hour  brings  joys  before  unknown, 
Each  day  new  liberty. 

Frederick  Wm.  Faber,  1848. 


God  All  in  All.  C.  H 

1  My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love  ! 
My  everlasting  All ! 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

462 


756. 


OF  LOVE. 

In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  Ins  feeble  light : 
'T  is  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 

If  thou  withdraw, — 'tis  night. 

How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compared  to  thee  i 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  called  the  stars  my  own, — 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore  ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts.  1707. 


Christ  Jesus,  All  in  All.  C.  M. 

1  I've  found  the  Pearl  of  greatest  price  ! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine  ! 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

My  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  Christ  is  my  Peace  ;  he  died  for  me, 

For  me  he  gave  his  blood ; 
And,  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  himself  to  God. 

4  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  All,  — 

My  Comfort,  and  my  Love  ; 
My  Life  below,  and  he  shall  be 
My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

John  Mason,  1683,  a. 
463 


ASPIRATION. 


757 


Jems,  most  precious.  C.  M. 

1  Blest  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 

O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost — 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  I 

2  Not  softest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 

Like  thy  beloved  name  ; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

3  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see ; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  ? — 

Search,  Lord  !  — for  thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 
Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

5  No  ;  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  Portion  and  my  Joy : 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

Ottiwell  Heginbotliam,  1767. 


758 


God,  the  Believer's  Sun.  C.  M. 

1  My  God !  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  Life  of  my  delights, 
The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
lie  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  he  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers  —  I  am  his. 

4G4 


OF   LOVE. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word; 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Iioac  Wa'.U,  1707. 


750. 


60. 


Clinging  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  To  whom,  my  Saviour !  shall  I  go, 

If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  Guide  through  all  this  vale  of  woe, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn  ; 
Oh  !  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above  ; 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

4  Ah  !  no  ;  with  thee,  I  '11  walk  below 

My  journey  to  the  grave  : 
To  whom,  my  Saviour  !  shall  I  go, 
When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 

Anon.,  1825. 


Christ,  All  in  All.  C.  M. 

1  Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside, 

Na  comeliness  I  see; 

The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord  ! 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thine  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convev  ; 
•     Thyself  bestow ;  for  thee  alone, 
I  absolutely  pray. 

403 


761 


ASPIRATION. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore  ; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  have, 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Loved  of  my  God,  for  him  again 

With  love  intense  I  burn ; 

Chosen  of  thee  ere  time  began, 

I  'd  choose  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

Oh  !  teach  me  to  resign ; 
I  'in  rich  to  all  th'  intents  of  bliss, 
If  thou,  O  God  I  art  mine. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1772. 
•  Panting  for  more  Love  to  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Tnou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  unseen  adore ! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight ; 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 

But,  in  thy  sacred  word, 

I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  T  is  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 
Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  But,  ah !  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light ! 

Oh  !  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
466 


OF  LOVE. 


7G2 


Supreme  Love  to  Chriit.  C.  M. 

1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee,  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
AVhich  thou  dost  not  approve. 

o  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still, 
To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe,  before  whose  face, 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou  knowest  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  ! 

But  Oh !  I  long  to  soar, 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Philip  Doddridfjc,  1740. 


7GQ 


*J*  Panting  for  the  Presence  of  CTnrkt.  C.  1L 

1  An !  Jesus  !  let  me  hear  thy  voice 

Fall  gently  on  mine  ear ; 
Thy  voice  alone  can  soothe  my  grief, 
And  charm  away  my  fear. 

2  Ah  !  Jesus !  let  me  see  thy  face 

Beaming  with  truth  and  love  ; 
I  ask  no  other  heaven  below, 
No  other  heaven  above. 

3  Ah !  Jesus  !  let  me  feel  thy  grace  ; 

Xow  hear  my  earnest  cry  ; 
If  thou  art  absent.   Oh !  behold  ! 
I  droop,  I  faint,  I  die. 
4G7 


704 


ASPIRATION. 

I  hear  his  voice ;  I  see  his  face ; 

I  feel  his  present  grace  ; 
'Tis  life,  'tis  heaven,  'tis  transport  thus 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Andrew  Reed,  1817. 
Not  ashamed  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  ; 
'T  is  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

G  Till  then,  —  nor  is  my  boasting  vain,  — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain : 
And, Oh  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Joseph  Crigg,  1765. 
Altered  by  Benjamin  Francis,  1787. 

i  O  O  •  Longing  to  be  with  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Wiien,  at  this  distance,  Lord  !  we  trace 
•  The  various  glories  of  thy  face, 
What  transport  pours  o'er  all  our  breast, 
And  charms  our  cares  and  woes  to  rest  I 
4G8 


700 


67. 


Away,  ye  dreams  of  mortal  joy  ! 
Raptures  divine  my  thoughts  employ  ; 
I  see  the  King  of  glory  shine  ; 
I  feel  hij  love,  and  call  him  mine. 
Yet  still,  our  elevated  eyes 
To  nobler  visions  long  to  rise  ; 
That  grand  assembly  would  we  join, 
Where  all  thy  saints  around  thee  shine. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


The  glorious  Gift  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  chief  Delight ! 

For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray, 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  smiling  face, 

That  face,  which  often  I  have  seen  ? 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Scatter  the  clouds  that  intervene. 

>  Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God, 

To  sinners  weary  and  distressed ; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestowed, 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

t  Could  I  but  say,  "  This  gift  is  mine  !  " 
The  world  should  lie  beneath  my  feet ; 
Though  poor,  no  more  would  I  repine, 
Or  look  with  envy  on  the  great. 

►  This  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart ; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 
It  never  should  from  thence  depart. 

Benjamin  Bcddome,  1787. 


The  Loving-Kindness  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
lie  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 


llis  loving  kindness  is  so  free. 
409 


768 


ASPIRATION. 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  great. 

Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul,  along, 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  strong. 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
And,  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

So,  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale ; 
And  life,  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail : 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

Then  shall  I  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
Then  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies  ! 

Samuel  Medley,  1787. 


All-constraining  Love.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  I  love  thee  evermore, 

For  thou  hast  loved  me,  Lord  I  before  ; 

I  have  no  freedom,  but  to  be 

A  willing  servant,  Lord  !  to  thee. 

2  Let  memory  then  no  thought  retain 
Except  the  glory  of  thy  reign ; 
Nor  let  my  mind  desire  below 
Aught  but  the  love  of  Christ  to  know. 

3  I  cannot  have  a  wish,  or  thought, 
Except  to  love  thee  as  I  ought ; 
What  by  thy  gracious  gift  is  mine, 
With  joy  I  freely  make  it  thine. 

4  From  thee  I  have,  to  thee  I  give ; 
In  thy  commands,  Oh !  let  me  live ! 

470 


709. 


770. 


OF  LOVE. 

My  wants  will  then  be  all  supplied, 
For  all  are  only  dreams  beside. 

Era.it.us  C.  Benedict,  1863. 
All-engrossing  Love.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  my  heart  within  me  bums, 

To  tell  thee  all  its  conscious  love  ; 
And  from  earth's  low  delight  it  turns, 
To  taste  a  joy  like  that  above. 

2  Though  oft  these  lips  my  love  have  told, 

They  still  the  story  would  repeat ; 
To  me  the  rapture  ne'er  grows  old, 
That  thrills  me,  bending  at  thy  feet. 

3  I  breathe  my  words  into  thine  ear  ; 

I  seem  to  fix  mine  eyes  on  thine  ; 
And,  sure  that  thou  dost  wait  to  hear, 
I  dare  in  faith  to  call  thee  mine. 

i  Reign  thou  sole  Sovereign  of  my  heart ; 
My  all  I  yield  to  thy  control ; 
Oh  !  let  me  never  from  thee  part, 
Thou  best  Beloved  of  my  soul ! 

Bay  Palmer,  1369. 
Communion  with  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  On  !  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell, 

With  Mary,  at  my  Saviour's  ketf 
And  view  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat :  — 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heaven  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss  !  — 
Oh  !  is  there  aught,  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment,  to  compare  with  this  ? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize,  — 

A  life  of  penitential  love  ; 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 

And  raise  my  highest  thoughts  above  : 

4  When  all  I  am,  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own,  with  deepest  shame  ; 
471 


771 


A5TCBATI0N. 

When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame. 

Thus  would  I  live,  till  nature  fail, 
And  all  my  former  sins  forsake  ; 

Then  rise  to  God,  within  the  veil, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

Andrew  Reed,  1825. 
Love  to  Clirist,  present  or  absent.  L.  M. 

1  Of  all  the  joys,  we  mortals  know, 

Jesus  !  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ; 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
And  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 

2  While  I  am  held  in  his  embrace, 

There  's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove; 
Each  smile  he  wears  upon  his  lace 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  my  love. 

3  While  of  his  absence  I  complain, 

And  long,  and  weep  as  lovers  do, 
There 's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too. 

4  When  round  his  courts  by  day  I  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  my  love, 
His  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  my  God  !  yet  rather  come  ; 

Mine  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face : 
'T  is  best  to  see  my  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1706. 


772 


The  Presence  of  the  Saviour.  L.  M. 

1   Lord  !  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord  !  how  we  love  thy  charming  name! 
472 


773. 


OF  LOVE. 

When  I  can  say.  —  i;  My  God  is  mine  ! 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptured  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  arid  gaze  away 
A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 

Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light ; 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
0"er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

I.-.aac  Watts,  1707- 


"Ieb  will  Dich  licbcn."  L   31 

1  Tiiee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower! 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  with  all  my  power, 

In  all  thy  works,  and  thee  alone  : 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Sun  ! 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind ; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

3  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray ; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  thy  way ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Joy,  my  Crown  ! 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  My  God  ! 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  frown 
Or  smile,  thy  sceptre  or  thy  rod. 

473 


ASPIRATION. 


774 


775 


What  though  my  heart  and  flesh  decay  ? 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

Ger.,  Johann  Schefflrr,  1657. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1739. 


"Verborgne  Gottes  Lube,  Du!"  L.  M 

1  Tnou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 

Whose  depth  unfathomed  no  man  knows ! 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light ; 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose ! 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  finds  rest  in  thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  ; 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 

3  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, — 

"  I  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All ! " 
To  feel  thy  power,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  taste  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 

Ger.,  Gerhard  Tcrstccgen,  1631. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1739. 


"OJesu  Christ,  mein  schontes  Lichtl"  L.  M, 

1  Jesus  !  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 
Oh  !  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  : 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone,  I  am  ; 
Be  thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  O  Love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 
Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise : 
474 


OF  LOVE. 


776 


777. 


O  Jesus !  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire,  or  seek  but  thee  ! 

Ger.,  Paul  Gcrhardt,  1659. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1739. 


The  matchless  Worth  of  Jesus.  C.  P.  M. 

1  On !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh  !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 
I  'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I  'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

1  Well,  —  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  he,  dear  Lord  !  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
There,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blessed  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 


Tliirsting  for  Christ.  C.  P.  M. 

1  O  LOVE  divine  !  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 
475 


778. 


ASPIRATION. 

Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable  ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
Oh  !  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh  ;  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord  !  be  mine  ;  — 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 

Oh  !  that  I  could  for  ever  sit, 
With  Mary,  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


Supreme  Love  to  Christ.  83. 

1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 

His  praises  aloud  I  '11  proclaim  : 
And  join,  with  the  armies  above, 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 

2  To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ  ; 

And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

3  He  freely  redeemed,  with  his  blood, 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell : — 

4  To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 
My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 
476 


OF  LOVE. 

5  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns  !  * 

Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 

6  The  crown,  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 

Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  : 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 

My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine. 

Benjamin  Francis,  1787. 

770 

•   •  *J  •  None  but  Jesus.  8s. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with  me : 

2  The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But,  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

3  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 

Jo  changes  of  season  or  place 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

o   While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Dear  Lord !  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  Sun  and  mv  Song, 
477 


ASPIKATIOST 

Say, — why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
8  Oh !  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ; 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


780 


781 


The  best  of  Friends.  8  7.  8  7,  7  7. 

1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 
They,  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God  : 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same  ; 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord  !  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  ; 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
The  Joy  of  loving  Jjsus.  83  &  7a. 

1  I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father ! 
My  Redeemer  !  and  my  King  ! 

478 


782. 


783 


OF  LOVE. 

I  would  love  thee  ;  for,  without  thee, 
Life  is  but  a  bitter  thing. 

I  would  love  thee ;  look  upon  me, 
Ever  guide  me  with  thine  eye : 

I  would  love  thee  ;  if  not  nourished 
By  thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

I  would  love  thee  ;  may  thy  brightness 

Dazzle  my  rejoicing  eyes  ; 
I  would  love  thee  ;  may  thy  goodness 

Watch  from  heaven  o'er  all  I  prize. 

I  would  love  thee,  —  I  have  vowed  it ; 

On  thy  love  my  heart  is  set ; 
"While  I  love  thee,  I  will  never 

My  Redeemer's  blood  forget. 

Fr.,  Madame  Jeanne  B.  de  la  M.  Guyon,  1710. 


Jesus,  best  beloved.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Something  every  heart  is  loving ; 

If  not  Jesus,  none  can  rest ; 
Lord !  my  heart  to  thee  is  given, 
Take  it,  for  it  loves  thee  best. 

2  Thus  I  cast  the  world  behind  me ; 

Jesus  most  beloved  shall  be  ; 
Beauteous  more  than  all  things  beauteous, 
He  alone  is  joy  to  me. 

3  Bright  with  all  eternal  radiance 

Is  the  glory  of  thy  face  ; 
Thou  art  loving,  sweet  and  tender, 
Full  of  pity,  full  of  grace. 

4  Keep  my  heart  still  faithful  to  thee, 

That  my  earthly  life  may  be 
But  a  shadow,  to  that  glory, 
Of  my  hidden  life  in  thee. 

Ger.,  Gerhard  Tersteegen,  1730. 


God  All,  and  in  All.  8.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love ! 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
479 


784 


ASPIRATION. 

I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  AU  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'T  is  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  't  is  hell. 

3  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord ! 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Jesus,  All  in  All.  S.  M. 

1  My  Lord,  my  God,  my  Love ! 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
Oh  !  come  to  me  from  heaven  above, 
And  be  my  God,  my  All. 

2  Oh  !  when  wilt  thou  be  mine, 

Sweet  Lover  of  my  soul ! 
My  Jesus  dear,  my  King  divine  ! 
Come,  o'er  my  heart  to  rule. 
8  Oh !  come,  and  fix  thy  throne 
Within  my  very  heart ; 
Oh !  make  it  burn  for  thee  alone, 
And  from  me  ne'er  depart. 
480 


785. 


786. 


OF   LOVE. 

Begone  ye,  from  my  mind, 

Vain,  childish,  earthly  toys  ! 
In  Jesus,  only,  do  I  find 

True  pleasures,  solid  joys. 

Anon,,  1819. 
Living  and  dying  to  Jesus.  B.  M. 


1  Jesus  !  I  live  to  thee, 

The  loveliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  thee,  thy  life  in  me, 
In  thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus  !  I  die  to  thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come  ; 
To  die  in  thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord  ! 

I  ask  but  to  be  thine  ; 
My  life  in  thee,  thy  life  in  me,    . 
Makes  heaven  for  ever  mine. 

Henry  Harbaugh,  1850. 


0  Jesu,  mrine  Sonne!  "  73  &  6a. 

1  O  blessed  Sun  !  whose  splendor 

Dispels  the  shades  of  night ; 
O  Jesus  !  my  Defender, 

My  soul's  supreme  Delight !  — • 
All  day  I  hear  resounding 

A  voice  with  silver  tone, 
Which  speaks  of  grace  abounding 

Through  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  A  deep  and  heavenly  feeling 

Oft  seizes  on  my  breast ; 
Ah  !  here  is  balm  for  healing, 
Here  only  is  true  rest ; 

31  481 


ASPIRATION. 


Though  fortune  should  bereave  me 

Of  all  I  love  the  best, 
If  Christ  his  love  still  leave  me, 

I  freely  give  the  rest. 

3  To  win  this  precious  treasure 

And  matchless  pearl,  I  would 
Give  honor,  wealth,  and  pleasure, 

And  every  earthly  good ; 
I  gladly  would  surrender, 

The  dearest  thing,  which  might 
Obscure  my  Sun's  bright  splendor, 

And  rob  me  of  his  light. 

4  Thy  love  it  was  which  sought  me, 

Thyself  unsought  by  me, 
And  to  the  haven  brought  me, 

Where  I  would  gladly  be  ; 
The  things,  which  once  distressed  me, 

My  heart  no  longer  move, 
Since  this  sweet  truth  impressed  me, 

That  I  possess  thy  love. 

Ger.,  Carl  J.  P.  Spitta,  1836. 
Tr.,  Richard  Massie,  1859. 


787. 


Union  with  Clirist.  7s  &  6s. 

I  know  no  life  divided, 

O  Lord  of  life  !  from  thee ; 
In  thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind  and  me ; 
I  know  no  death,  O  Jesus  ! 

Because  I  live  in  thee ; 
Thy  death  it  is  which  frees  us 

From  death  eternally. 

I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatso'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  my  Lord  and  me  : 
If  thou,  my  God  and  Teacher ! 

Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 

482 


788. 


OF   LOVE. 

Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 
Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 

Lord  Iwith  this  truth  impress  me, 

And  write  it  on  my  heart, 
To  comfort,  cheer  and  bless  me, 

That  thou  my  Saviour  art ; 
Without  thy  love  to  guide  me, 

I  should  be  wholly  lost ; 
The  floods  would  quickly  hide  me, 

On  life's  wide  ocean  tost. 

Ger.,  Carl  J.  P.  Spitta,  1836. 
Tr.,  Richard  Massie,  1859. 

More  Love  to  Christ. 

1  More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ ! 

More  love  to  thee  ! 
Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make, 

On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, — 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee ! 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest ; 
Now  thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, — 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
"When  they  can  sing  with  me, — 
More  love.  O  Christ,  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  thy  praise ; 

483 


789. 


ASPIRATION. 

This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise. — 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be,  — 
More  love,  O  Christ !  to  thee, 

More  love  to  thee  ! 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  P.  Prentiss,  1869. 
Christ  Only.  6s  &  4a. 

1  Upward,  O  Lord !  to  thee, 

Only  to  thee, 
The  hopeful  soul  aspires, 

To  thee,  to  thee  ; 
All,  time  or  life  requires, 
Its  purpose  and  desires, 

Leaving  to  thee. 

2  Upward,  O  Lord !  to  thee, 

Upward  to  thee, 
Through  all  life's  much-ado, 

We  look  to  thee  ; 
Our  hearts,  with  fervor  true, 
And  yearnings  ever  new, 

Cleaving  to  thee. 

3  Thou  blessed  Lord,  our  God, 

Saviour  and  King ! 
Lo  !  we,  with  one  accord, 

Rejoice  and  sing : 
Grant  us  a  cheering  word, 
While  to  thee,  loved,  adored, 

True  hearts  we  bring. 

4  Upward,  O  Lord  !  to  thee, 

Upward,  always, 
Our  best  delight  shall  be 

Glad  songs  to  raise ; 
How  soon  thy  face  to  see ! 
Then,  through  eternity, 

Thank  thee  and  praise. 

Henry  Bateman,  1862. 
4S4 


or  LOVE. 


790. 


791. 


Love  to  Jesus  attested.  7a. 

1  Hark  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour  ;  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee,  — 
u  Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  ine  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath,  — 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  WTork  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ;  — 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  ?  " 

6  Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ;  — 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

William  Cowper,  1772. 


The  Lesson  of  Love.  73 

1  Saviour  !  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey  ; 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be,  — 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  With  a  child-like  heart  of  love, 
At  thy  bidding  may  I  move  ; 
Prompt  to  serve  and  follow  thee. 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

4S5 


792. 


793. 


ASPIRATION. 

Teach  me  all  thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  thy  grace  ; 
Learning  how  to  love  from  thee, 
Loving  him  who  first  loved  me. 

Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show, 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe  ; 
Singing,  till  thy  face  I  see, 
Of  his  love  who  first  loved  me. 

Anon,.,  1854. 


The  precious  Name.  7s. 

1  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day  ; 

Joyful  let  the  season  be ; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may  ; 
Jesus  !  we  will  sing  of  thee. 

2  Joyful  are  we  now  to  own,  — 

Rapture  thrills  us,  as  we  trace 
All  the  deeds  thy  love  hath  done, 
All  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

3  'T  is  thy  grace  alone  can  save  ; 

Every  blessing  comes  from  thee,  — 
All  we  have  and  hope  to  have, 
All  we  are  and  hope  to  be. 

i  Thine  the  name  to  sinners  dear  ! 

Thine  the  name  all  names  before  ! 
Blessed  here  and  every  where  ; 
Blessed  now  and  evermore  ! 

Thomas  Krtly,  1853. 


Immanud's  Name.  7s, 

1  Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfill, 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room  ?  — ■ 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue  !  be  still  ? 
486 


3  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring. 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For,  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

4  O  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Lord,  and  Friend, 
Every  precious  name  in  one  ! 
I  will  love  thee  without  end. 

i  John  Newton,  1779. 

•  vi«  The  Peerless  Name.  7s. 

1  Jesus  !  name  of  wondrous  love  ! 
Name  all  other  names  above  ! 
Unto  which  must  every  knee 
Bow  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  !  name  of  priceless  worth 
To  the  fallen  sons  of  earth, 

For  the  promise  that  it  gave,  — 
"  Jesus  shall  his  people  save." 

3  Jesus  !  only  name  that 's  given 
Under  all  the  mighty  heaven, 
Whereby  man,  to  sin  enslaved, 
Bursts  his  fetters,  and  is  saved. 

4  Jesus  !  name  of  wondrous  love  ! 
Human  name  of  God  above  ! 
Pleading  only  this  we  flee, 
Helpless,  O  our  God !  to  thee. 

William  Walsham  Sow,  1So4. 


795 


Christ's  Loveliness  seen  every  where.  7a 

1  Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  Source  and  Spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

487 


796 


ASPIRATION. 

When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light,  — 
Think,  —  how  bright  that  light  will  be, 
Shining  through  eternity. 

When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think;  —  who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

When  I  see,  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display, 
Wakes  the  thrilling  thought  in  me,  — 
What  must  their  Creator  be  ? 

Lord  of  all  that 's  fair  to  see ! 
Come,  reveal  thyself  to  me  ; 
Let  me,  mid  thy  radiant  light, 
See  thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 

Ger.,  Johann  Schefflcr,  1657. 
Tr.,  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox,  1841. 

The  Fountain  of  all  Grace.  7s, 

1  Blessed  Fountain  !  full  of  grace,  — 

Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me,  — 
To  this  source  alone  I  trace 

What  I  am  and  hope  to  be : 
What  I  am,  as  one  redeemed, 

Saved  and  rescued  by  the  Lord ; 
Hating  what  I  once  esteemed, 

Loving  what  I  once  abhorred  : 

2  What  I  hope  to  be,  ere  long, 

When  I  take  my  place  above, 
When  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

When  I  see  the  God  of  love : 
Then,  I  hope  like  him  to  be, 

Who  redeemed  his  saints  from  sin, 
Whom  I  now  obscurely  see, 

Through  a  vail  that  stands  between.. 

3  When  I  see  him  as  he  is, 

No  corruption  can  remain  : 


488 


797. 


798. 


OF  LOVE. 

Such  their  portion  who  are  his, 
Such  the  happy  state  they  gain  : 

Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace,  — 
Grace  for  sinners,  grace  for  me,  - 

To  this  source  alone  I  trace 
What  I  am,  and  hope  to  be. 

Thomas  Kellv,  18 
H. — OF  FAITH. 


The  guiding  Star.  7s. 

1  As,  with  gladness,  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 

As,  with  joy,  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord  !  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  thee. 

2  Holy  Jesus  !  every  day, 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls,  at  last, 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  thy  glory  hide. 

3  In  the  heavenly  country  bright, 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou,  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down  ; 
There,  for  ever,  may  we  sing 
Hallelujahs  to  our  King. 

William  Chatterton  Dix,  18G1. 


Psalm  23. 

1   Shepherd  !  with  thy  tenderest  love, 
Guide  me  to  thy  fold  above  ; 
Let  me  hear  thy  gentle  voice  ; 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice ; 
From  thy  fullness  grace  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  Spirit  live. 
489 


799. 


ASPIRATION. 

Filled  by  thee  my  cup  o'erflows, 
For  thy  love  no  limit  knows  : 
Guardian  angels,  ever  nigh, 
Lead  and  draw  my  soul  on  high  ; 
Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  wilt  attend. 
Jesus,  with  thy  presence  blest, 
Death  is  life,  and  labor  rest ; 
Guide  me  while  I  draw  my  breath, 
Guard  me  through  the  gate  of  death, 
And  at  last,  Oh  !  let  me  stand, 
With  the  sheep  at  thy  right  hand. 

Anon.,  1865. 
The  sure  Refuge.  7s. 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul ! 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh !  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head, 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ !  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
490 


800. 


801. 


OP  FAITH.. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 
All  Events  in  God's  Hands.  7s. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise ! 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  band, 
All  events  at  thy  command  :  — 

2  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health ; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth  ; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief;  — 

3  Times  the  tempter's  power  to  prove ; 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love; 

All  must  come,  and  last,  aid  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

4  O  thou  Gracious,  Wise,  and  Just ! 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ? — 
I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

John  Ryland,  1777. 
The  gracious  Substitute.  7s  &  6a. 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
lie  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load  : 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White,  in  his  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  stain  remains. 
491 


802. 


ASPIRATION. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus,  — 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child ; 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing,  with  saints,  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angeb'  song. 

Morativs  Bonar,  1845. 
Safe  in  Jesus.  7s  &  Gs. 

1  In  heavenly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here  ; 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me,  — 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  he  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back  ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack  ; 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim  ; 
He  knows  the  way  he  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 
Where  darkest  clouds  have  been  ; 
492 


OF   FAITH. 

My  hope  I  cannot  measure, 

My  path  to  life  is  free  ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  he  will  walk  with  me. 

Anna  Letitia   Waring,  1850. 


803 


Psalm  95.  H.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  gladly  sing 
To  God,  our  Saviour  King : 
With  thanks  his  presence  seek, 
In  psalms  his  praises  speak  ; 

He's  God  most  high  ;  let  all  draw  nigh, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  earth  and  sky. 

2  He  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
He  made  this  spacious  earth ; 
His  are  the  sea  and  land. — 
They  rose  at  his  command : 

With  reverence  all  before  him  fall, 
And  on  his  name  devoutly  call. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne, 
For  he  is  God  alone  ; 

We  are  the  flock  he  leads, 

The  sheep  his  bounty  feeds : 
To-day, — to-day, — his  voice  obey  ; 
Grieve  not  the  Holy  Ghost  away. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1337. 


804 


Psalm  121.  H.  M. 

1  Upwakd  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made : 
God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares  ; 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 
493 


ASPIRATION. 

Those  wakeful  eyes,  that  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep,  when  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
Thou  art  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head,  by  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I  '11  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till,  from  on  high,  thou  call  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


805. 


Psaxm  23.  H.  M. 

1  My  Shepherd's  name  is  Love, 
Jehovah,  God  above  ; 
Where  tender  herbage  grows, 
And  peaceful  water  Hows, 

He  gently  leads,  he  kindly  feeds, 
And  lulls  me  then  to  sweet  repose. 

2  If  e'er  I  heedless  stray, 
He  shows  my  feet  the  way  ; 

Yea,  though  through  dreary  glades, 
I  walk  in  dismal  shades, 
No  harm  I  fear,  for  thou  art  near, 
Thy  faithful  staff  my  progress  aids. 

3  When  raging  foes  surround, 
My  comforts  still  abound ; 

I  breathe  a  fragrant  air, 
And  feed  on  sweetest  fare  : 
Thus,  in  thy  fold,  when  worn  and  old, 
I  '11  dwell  secure  beneath  thy  care. 

Edwin  F,  Hatfield,  1837. 
494 


806. 


807 


OP  FAITH. 


Psalm  55.  S.  M. 

1  Let  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death  ; 
But,  in  the  worship  of  my  God, 
I  '11  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light, 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
Wlnle  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod, 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I  '11  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground,  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
"1st  Gott  fiir  mich,  so  trete"  ri.  M. 

1  If  Jesus  be  my  Friend, 

If  God  doth  love  me  well, 
What  matters  all  my  foes  intend, 
Though  strong  they  be  and  fell  ? 

2  He  whispers,  in  my  breast, 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer,  — 
How  he,  who  seeks  in  God  his  rest, 
Shall  ever  find  him  near  ;  — 

495 


808 


ASPIRATION. 

3  How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new, 
Where  eye  and  heart  shall  see  and  prove 
What  faith  has  counted  true. 

4  My  heart  for  gladness  springs, 

It  cannot  more  be  sad  ; 
For  very  joy  it  laughs  and  sings, 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 

5  The  sun,  that  glads  mine  eyes, 

Is  Christ,  the  Lord  I  love ; 
I  sing  for  joy  of  that,  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  me  above. 

Ger.,  Paul  Gerhardt,  1650. 

Tr.,  Catherine  Winhworth,  1855. 


Psalm  23.  8.  M. 

1  While  my  Redeemer 's  near, 

My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 
I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear ; 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd!  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


809 


Psalm  23.  S.  M. 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 

I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  Hows. 
496 


OP  FAITH. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  darkshade, 
My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
JSor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
OlU.  Psalm  31. 

1  Mr  spirit  on  thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour  !  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  thou  art  Love  divine. 

2  In  thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  thee  good,  I  know  thee  just, 
And  count  thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 
Safe  in  thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 
32  497 


B.M. 


ASPIRATION. 
O  A  1  •  Jesus,  our  Trust. 

1  O  Saviour  !  who  didst  come 

By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
Confessed  on  earth,  adored  in  heaven, 
Eternal  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Jesus,  our  Life  and  Hope, 

To  endless  years  the  same  ! 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises, 
And  rest  upon  thy  name. 

3  By  faith  in  thee  we  live, 

By  faith  in  thee  we  stand, 
By  thee  we  vanquish  sin  and  death, 
And  gain  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O  Lord  !  increase  our  faith ; 

Our  fearful  spirits  calm  ; 
Sustain  us  through  this  mortal  strife, 
Then  give  the  victor's  palm. 

Anon.,  18G5. 


812 


Psalm  23.  L.  M. 

1  My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

Now  shall  my  wants  be  well-supplied ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety,  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  blest. 

3  My  wandering  feet  his  ways  mistake  ; 

But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  Shepherd, 's  with  me  there. 

498 


OF  FAITH. 

5  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  household,  all  their  days ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  seek  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


813. 


Psalm  62.  L.  M. 

1  Mr  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints  !  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

3  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  heart  on  glittering  dust; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  spoke  ? 

4  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, — 
"  All  power  is  his  eternal  due ; 

He  must  be  feared  and  trusted  too." 

5  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone ; 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne : 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord  ! 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 


814. 


Faith,  our  Guide.  L.  M. 

1  5Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

49'J 


815. 


ASPIRATION. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray  ; 

Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  lill  the  way. 

So  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God; 

His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

-  K  Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Life  and  Safety  in  Christ  alone.  L.  AL 

1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend  ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  ; 
Here  swreeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine,  — 
My  dearest  Lord  !  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 

Thou  art  my  Life,  my  Joy,  my  Care : 
Depart  from  thee  ?  —  't  is  death, — 't  is  more  ; 
'T  is  endless  ruin,  —  deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
500 


OF  FAITH. 


816. 


"Cliristi  Blut  und  Gcrechtigkeit."  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  —  my  glorious  dress  ; 
Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When,  from  the  dust  of  death,  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  this  shall  be  all  my  plea,  — 
"  Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  constant  hue ;  — 
Thy  blood  preserves  it  ever  new. 

f4  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  beauty  this  —  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus  !  thy  blood  and  righteousness. 

Ger.,  Nikolaus  Ludwig  Zinzcndorf,  1739. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1740. 


817 


Complete  in  Jesus.  L.  M, 

1  My  soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands  ; 
It  fears  no  more  the  law's  demands  ; 
The  smile  of  God  is  sweet  within, 
Where  all  before  was  guilt  and  sin. 

2  My  soul  at  rest  in  Jesus  lives, 
Accepts  the  peace  his  pardon  gives, 
Receives  the  grace  his  death  secured, 
And  pleads  the  anguish  he  endured. 

3  My  soul  its  every  foe  defies, 

And  cries  —  "  'T  is  God  that  justifies  ! 

Who  charges  God's  elect  with  sin  ? 

Shall  Christ,  who  died  their  peace  to  win  ? '' 

4  A  song  of  praise  my  soul  shall  sing, 
To  our  eternal,  glorious  King  ; 

501 


ASPIRATION. 


818. 


819 


Shall  worship  humbly  at  his  feet, 
In  whom  alone  it  stands  complete. 

Mrs.  Grace  W.    Hinsdale,  1865. 


Psalm  121.  L.  M. 

1  He  lives — the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood ; 
The  heavens,  with  all  their  hosts,  he  made 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

2  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day ; 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

3  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

i  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon,  with  sickly  ray, 
Shall  blast  thy  couch; — no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

5  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord ;  —  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

3  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power  : 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  great  Advocate.  L.  M. 

1  Look  up,  my  soul !  with  cheerful  eye  ; 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands  ! 

2  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan  ; 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer  j 
502 


820. 


821 


OF  FAITH. 

Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 

Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord ! 

With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 

"  My  Father  God ! "  with  joy  divine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Christ,  the  Life  of  the  Soul.  L.  M 

1  When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 

And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus  !  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fixed  on  thine  everlasting  word, — 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky? 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 
Here  let  me  build,  and  rest  secure, 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell ; 

Immovable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Nor  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul !  thy  trust  repose  ; 

If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


Psalm  23.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 
503 


ASPIBATION. 


822 


When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales,  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 
Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord !  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Joseph  Addison,  1712. 


Christ,  All  in  All.  L.  M. 

1  Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 
My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 

Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine ; 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus  !  in  thy  name. 

2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 

And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above  ; 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 

And  joy,  and  everlasting  love  ; 
To  me,  with  thy  dear  name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  thou  art ; 

My  rest,  in  toil ;  my  ease,  in  pam ; 
The  med'eine  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  war,  my  peace ;  in  loss,  my  gain  ; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown ; 

504 


823. 


824. 


OP  FAITH. 

In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty  ; 

My  light,  in  Satan's  darkest  hour  ; 
No  trouble  can  my  soul  appal,  — 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749,  a. 


Psalm  23.  0.  M. 

1  My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back, 

When  I  forsake  his  ways  ; 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay ; 
A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

&  Thy  hand,  in  spite  of  all  my  foes, 
Doth  still  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh !  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise ! 

B  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 
While  others  go  and  come, 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 


The  good  Shepherd.  q  jj 

1  To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord ! 
A  grateful  song  1 11  raise  ; 
505 


ASPIRATION. 


825. 


Oh !  let  the  meanest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  thine  amazing  love ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppressed ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 

4  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd !  — led  by  thee, 

No  evil  shall  I  fear; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above, 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 

Ottiwell  Heginbotham,  1765. 


Faith  of  Things  unseen.  C.  M. 

1  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heavenly  light. 

2  It  sets  times  past,  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home — 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith,  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word : 
Abr'am,  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith,  obeyed  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  ; 
And  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heavenly  building  stands. 

Isaac   Watts.  1709. 


826. 


Psalm  121.  C.  M. 

1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ;  - 

50G 


827. 


OP  FAITH. 

The  Lord,  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

Their  feet  shall  never  slide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 

His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

Israel !  rejoice  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 

For  thine  eternal  guard. 

Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  smite  ; 

He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickest  dangers  come ; 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


The  Power  of  Faith.  C.  M, 

1  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid,  in  every  duty,  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Xor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  ;  — 

4  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 
507 


ASPIRATION. 


828 


829 


There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 

At  once  to  glory  rise. 

Daniel  Turner,  1787. 


Mercies  and  Thanks.  C.  M 

1  How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die,  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  should  give  him  all. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Delight  in  God.  C.  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  I  would  delight  in  thee, 

And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend ! 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 
508 


OF  FAITH. 

4  Oh  !  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail. 

5  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

"Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

6  O  Lord  !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee  ; 

I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be, 
To  love  and  praise  thee  more. 

John  Ryland,  1787. 


830. 


Unwavering  Faith.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  faith,  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe !  — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain, 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God  ;  — 

3  A  faith,  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness,  feels  no  doubt ;  — 

4  A  faith,  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And,  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray, 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed ! 

5  Lord  !  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this  ; 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We  '11  taste,  ev'n  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

M'iUiam  H.  Bathurst,  1831. 
509 


ASPIRATION. 
Oi)  1  •  Psalm  125.  C.  M. 

1  Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill, 

And  fixed  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  leans,  0  Lord  !  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls,  nor  hills,  could  guard  so  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  Deal  gently,  Lord !  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ,  their  Lord,  is  gone. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
III.— OF  HOPE. 
O'JjL*  Pleasures  unseen.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds,  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades !  — 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring. 
Immortal,  in  the  skies. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
OOOt  Earth  and  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 
The  brightness  of  the  day, 
510 


OF  HOPE. 

The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky, 
How  fast  they  fade  away ! 

2  Oh !  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven ! 

Oh  !  for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh  !  for  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 
That  setteth  never  more  ! 

3  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  fast  they  tire  and  faint ! 

How  many  a  spot  denies  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 

4  Oh !  for  a  heart  that  never  sins ! 

Oh  !  for  a  soul  washed  white ! 
Oh !  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  or  night ! 

5  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher  ; 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace, 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

6  Oh  !  by  thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord  ! 

Oh  !  by  thy  life  laid  down, 
Oh  !  that  we  fall  not  from  thy  grace, 
Nor  cast  away  our  crown. 

Mr 8.   Cecil  Frances  Alexander,  1853. 


834 


The  Hope  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  what  a  lonely  path  were  ours, 

Could  we,  O  Father  !  see 

No  home  of  rest  beyond  it  all, 

No  guide  or  help  in  thee  ! 

2  But  thou  art  near,  and  with  us  still, 

To  keep  us  on  the  way, 
That  leads  along  this  vale  of  tears, 
To  the  bright  world  of  day. 

3  Then  Jesus,  on  his  heavenly  throne, 

Our  wondering  eyes  shall  see, 

^511 


835. 


836 


ASPIBATION. 

While  we  the  blest  associates  there 

Of  all  his  joys  shall  be. 
Sweet  hope !  —  we  leave,  without  a  sigh, 

A  blighted  world  like  this  ; 
To  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame 

For  all  that  weight  of  bliss. 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 


Assurance  of  Hope.  C.  M. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
The  Saints'  Inheritance.  C.  M. 

Blessed  be  the  everlasting  God, 

The  Father  of  our  Lord ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 

His  majesty  adored. 

When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 
512 


OF   HOPE. 

3  What,  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust  ? 
Yet,  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose, 
So  all  his  foll'wers  must. 

4  There 's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserved  against  that  day  ; 
'T  is  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 
"  And  cannot  waste  away. 

5  Saints,  by  the  power  of  God,  are  kept 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith,  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

Isaac   Watts,  1707. 


837 


The  blissful  Hope  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  Mr  soul,  triumphant  in  the  Lord, 

Shall  tell  its  joys  abroad, 
And  march  with  holy  vigor  on, 
Supported  by  its  God. 

2  Through  all  the  winding  maze  of  life 

His  hand  hath  been  my  guide ; 
And,  in  that  long-experienced  care, 
My  heart  shall  still  confide. 

3  His  grace  through  all  the  desert  flows, 

An  unexhausted  stream ; 
That  grace,  on  Zion's  sacred  mount, 
Shall  be  my  endless  theme. 

1  Beyond  the  choicest  joys  of  earth 
These  distant  courts  I  love  ; 
But  Oh !  I  burn  with  strong  desire 
To  view  thy  house  above. 

5  Mingled  with  all  the  shining  band, 
My  soul  would  there  adore ;  — 
A  pillar  in  thy  temple  fixed> 
To  be  removed  no  more. 

Philip  Doddridye,  1740. 
33  513 


ASPIRATION. 


838 


The  Cross  and  the  Crown.  C.  M. 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 

No,  there 's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there 's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  mourning  here ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  This  consecrated  cross  I  '11  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there  's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I  '11  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

5  And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall  riug 

Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 
The  Lord,  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives  no  more  to  die. 

G  Oh  !  precious  cross !  Oh !  glorious  crown ; 
Oh  !  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels  !  from  the  skies  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

vs.  1  —  3.,G.N.  Allen,  1849,  a. 
00«7.  The  Confidence  of  Faith.  C.  M 

1  Lord  !  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad  ? 
The  same  will  be  my  pay. 

514 


840 


OF  HOPE. 

Come,  Lord !  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For,  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  will  thy  glory  be  ! 
Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 

To  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ; 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 
But 't  is  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 

And  I  shall  be  with  him. 

Richard  Baxter,  1C31. 
Saints  in  the  Hands  of  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Firm:  as  the  earth,  thy  gospel  stands, 

My  Lord,  my  Hope,  my  Trust ! 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honor  is  engaged  to  save 

The  meanest  of  his  sheep  ; 
All  that  his  heavenly  Father  gave, 
His  hands  securely  keep. 

3  Xor  death,  nor  hell,  shall  e'er  remove, 

His  fav'rites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love, 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

I.mac  Watts,  1709. 


841. 


The  Christian  Race.  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul  !  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
515 


ASPIRATION. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  liigh ; 
'T  is  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize, 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour !  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet, 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  down. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
OtZ.  The  Pilgrimage  of  the  Saints.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply, — 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy  ! 

=2  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 
With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlasting  day. 

3  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

Butwe  march  upward  still, 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

4  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  Forerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  travelers  home. 

5  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And,  with  transporting  joys,  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 

6  Eternal  glories  to  the  King, 

Who  brought  us  safely  through, 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
516 


OP  HOPE. 


843 


The  Highway  to  Zion.  C.  M. 

1  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord ! 

Your  great  Deliverer  sing : 
Pilgrims  !  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on,  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  lab'ring  up  the  hill. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


844 


Victory  through  the  Lamb.  C.  M. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above, — how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 

With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them, — whence  their  vict'ry  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod  ; 

i  I :-  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And.  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 
517 


ASPIRATION. 


Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 
For  his  own  pattern  given, 

While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


845 


The  Example  of  the  Saints.  C.  M. 

1  Rise,  O  my  soul !  pursue  the  path, 

By  ancient  worthies  trod ; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men, 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'T  was  through  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood, 

They  conquered  every  foe  ; 
And,  to  his  power  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  and  honors  owe. 

4  Lord !  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  path 
Which  led  them  safe  to  heaven. 

John  Needham,  1768. 
o4b.  Heaven  on  Earth.  C.  M. 

1  While  through  this  changing  world  we  roam, 

From  infancy  to  age, 
Heaven  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  home, 
His  rest  at  every  stage. 

2  Thither  his  raptured  thought  ascends, 

Eternal  joys  to  share ; 
There  his  adoring  spirit  bends, 
While  here  he  kneels  in  prayer. 

3  From  earth  his  freed  affections  rise, 

To  fix  on  things  above, 
Where  all  his  hope  of  glory  lies, — 
And  love  is  perfect  love. 

518 


OP  HOPE. 

4  Oh !  there  may  we  our  treasure  place, 

There  let  our  hearts  be  found ; 
That  still,  where  sin  abounded,  grace 
May  more  and  more  abound. 

5  Henceforth,  our  conversation  be, 

With  Christ  before  the  throne ; 
Ere  long  we,  eye  to  eye,  shall  see, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


847 


The  Christian  Warfare.  L.  M 

1  Stand  up,  my  soul !  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on, 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour  's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes, 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  What,  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite  ? 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps,  and  endless  night. 

4  What,  though  thine  inward  lusts  rebel  ? 

'T  is  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins,  and  end  the  strife. 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate, 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
519 


ASPIEATION. 


848. 


The  Christian  Race.  L.  M. 

1  Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears  ! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  —  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint: — 

3  Thee,  mighty  God !  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply  ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We  '11  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love,  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


849. 


The  only  Portion  of  the  Soul.  L.  M. 

1  In  vain  the  world's  alluring  smile 
Would  my  unwary  heart  beguile  ; 
To  nobler  bliss  my  soul  aspires ;  — 
Come,  Lord !  and  fill  these  vast  desires. 

2  Oh  !  let  thy  sacred  word  impart 
Its  healing  influence  to  my  heart ; 
With  power,  and  light,  and  love  divine, 
Assure  my  soul  that  thou  art  mine. 

3  Then  shall  my  joyful  spirit  rise, 
On  wings  of  faith,  above  the  skies  ; 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  thy  throne, 
Li  joys  to  mortal  thought  unknown. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
520 


OF  HOPE. 


850. 


The  Pleasures  of  a  good  Conscience.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  how  secure  and  blessed  are  they, 

"Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  fast  away ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 

Where  streams  of  living  pleasures  flow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys, 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  On  us,  O  Lord  !  bestow  thy  grace, 

Our  hearts  inspire,  our  souls  renew ; 
Grant  us  the  vision  of  thy  face, 
And  we  '11  aspire  to  glory  too. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707,  a. 
U  *J  1  •  Hope  in  the  Covenant.  L.  M. 

1  How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace  ; 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 
521 


ASPIRATION. 

3  Amid  temptations,  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
OOZ»  The  Bread  of  Life.  L.  M. 

1  Away  from  earth  my  spirit  turns, 

Away  from  every  transient  good ; 

With  strong  desire  my  bosom  burns, 

To  feast  on  heaven's  diviner  food. 

2  Thou,  Saviour  !  art  the  living  bread  ; 

Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply : 
By  thee  sustained,  and  cheered,  and  led, 
1 11  press  through  dangers  to  the  sky. 

3  What,  though  temptations  oft  distress, 

And  sin  assails  and  breaks  my  peace  ? 
Thou  wilt  uphold,  and  save,  and  bless, 
And  bid  the  storms  of  passion  cease. 

4  Then  let  me  take  thy  gracious  hand, 

And  walk  beside  thee  onward  still ; 
Till  my  glad  feet  shall  safely  stand, 
For  ever  firm,  on  Zion's  hill. 

May  Palmer,  1862. 


853 


Psalm  63.  L.  M. 

1  O  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone ; 

Early  to  thee  my  soul  shall  cry, 
A  pilgrim  in  a  land  unknown, 

A  thirsty  land,  whose  springs  are  dry. 

2  Oh !  that  it  were,  as  it  hath  been, 

When,  praying  in  the  holy  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  I  have  seen, 

And  marked  the  footsteps  of  thy  grace ! 

522 


854 


Yet,  through  this  rough  and  thorny  maze, 
I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God  ! 

Thy  hand  imseen  upholds  my  ways  ; 
I  safely  tread  where  thou  hast  trod. 

Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 

When  I  remember  on  my  bed, 
Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 

Thy  guardian  ,wings  are  round  my  head. 

Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 

Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
Security  of  the  Saints.  L.  At 

1  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? — 

'T  is  God,  that  justifies  their  souls ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ,  that  suffered  in  their  stead, 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him,  rising  from  the  dead ! 

°  He  lives,  he  lives,  and  sits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there ; 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He,  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour : 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 

523 


855. 


ASPIRATION. 

Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Holiness  and  Grace.  L.  M. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel,  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all-divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, — 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord  ;  — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  170'J, 


85G 


Longing  to  be  with  Jesus.  8 

1  To  Jesus,  the  Crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to.  be  gone  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim  !  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne : 
My  Saviour !  whom  absent  I  love, 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  ; 

2  Dissolve  thou  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee  ; 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free  ! 
When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline  : 

3  Oh  !  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured ; 
524 


I  shall  meet  him  whom  absent  I  loved, 
I  shall  see  whom  unseen  I  adored; 

And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 

Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

William   Cowper,  1800 


857 


858 


Panting  for  Heaven. 

1  Ye  angels  !  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face,  — 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known, 

Tune  all  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  you  stood. 

2  Ye  saints  !  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  relate ; 
He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair : 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh !  when  will  the  period  appear 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 
I  'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ; 
I  want  —  Oh  !  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu  ; 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you. 

Maria  De  Fleury,  1806. 


Adoption.  •  S.  M, 

1  Behold  !  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 
525 


859. 


ASPIRATION. 

2  'T  is  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But,  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
"We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If,  in  my  Father's  love, 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  — "Abba,  Father !  "—cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Singing  along  the  Way.  S.  M. 

Now  let  our  voices  join 

To  raise  a  sacred  song ; 
Ye  pilgrims  1  in  Jehovah's  ways, 

With  music  pass  along. 
See !  —  flowers  of  paradise, 

In  rich  profusion,  spring ; 
The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 

And  dear  companions  sing. 
See  !  —  Salem's  golden  spires, 

In  beauteous  prospect,  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 

Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 
All  honor  to  his  name, 

Who  drew  the  shining  trace,  — 
526 


OP  HOPE. 


8G0. 


To  him,  who  leads  the  wanderers  on, 
And  cheers  them  with  his  grace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


8G1 


Living  to  God.  *       S.  M. 

1  Blessed  be  thy  love,  dear  Lord  ! 

That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, 
Only  to  love  thee  for  thyself, 
And  for  that  love  obey. 

2  O  thou,  our  souls'  chief  Hope  ! 

We  to  thy  mercy  fly  ; 
Where'er  we  are,  thou  canst  protect, 
Whate'er  we  need,  supply. 

3  Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 

To  thee  we  both  resign  ; 
By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 
If  thy  light  on  us  shine. 

4  Whether  we  live  or  die, 

Both  we  submit  to  thee  ; 
In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life, 
If  thine  in  death  we  be. 

John  Austin,  IOCS. 
•  Trust  in  God.  S.  M. 

1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints  ! 

Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
And,  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
AVe  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

i  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 
Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame ; 
527 


ASPIKATION. 

Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 

The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

Blest  is  the  man,  O  God ! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee :  — 
Who  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1772, 


862 


The  Ark  of  God.  S.  M. 

1  Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 

That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found; 

2  Oh  !  cease,  my  wandering  soul ! 

On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God  ! 

Behold  the  open  door ! 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul !  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide ; 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest ; 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

William  A.  Muhlenberg,  1826. 


863 


The  spiritual  Conflict.  S.  M. 

1  Aktse,  ye  saints,  arise  ! 
The  Lord  our  leader  is; 
The  foe  before  his  banner  flies, 
For  victory  is  his. 

528 


OF  HOPE. 

2  We  '11  follow  thee,  our  Guide, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  Kiug  ! 
We'll  follow  thee,  through  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  Spring. 

3  We  hope  to  see  the  day 

When  toil  and  strife  shall  cease ; 
We  then  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

4  This  hope  supports  us  here ; 

It  makes  our  burdens  light ; 
'T  will  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer, 
Till  faith  shall  end  in  sight. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 


864 


IV.— FOR  DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 


Psalm  63.  S.  M. 

1  My  God  !  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 

'  Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travelers,  in  desert  lands, 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this,  — 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

34  529 


ASPIRATION. 


865 


The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


One  with  Christ.  S.  M 

1  My  Saviour  !  I  am  thine 

By  everlasting  bands ; 
My  name,  my  heart,  I  would  resign, 
My  soul  is  in  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  I  still  would  cleave, 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
Let  millions  tempt  me  Christ  to  leave, 
They  never  shall  prevail. 

3  His  Spirit  shall  unite 

My  soul,  to  him,  my  Head  ; 
Shall  form  me  to  his  image  bright, 
And  teach  his  path  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  my  soul  divide 

From  this  abode  of  clay  ; 
But  love  shall  keep  me  near  his  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

What  should  remain  to  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  hath  fixed  his  throne, 
He  '11  fix  his  members  there. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


866 


Christ  unseen  and  beloved.  S.  M. 

1  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face ; 
Yet,  Lord  !  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 
530 


DIVIDE  FELLOWSHIP. 


867. 


868 


And,  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 

And  heaven  begins  below. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Psalm  137.  S.  M. 

1  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 

Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting,  I  cry, — "  Blest  Spirit !  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest. 

2  "Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  has  silent  hung  ; 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? " 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion  !  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press — 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness.. 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 

5  God  of  my  Life !  be  near  ! 

On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
Oh  !  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 


.  Divine  Fellowship.  S.  M. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  calls, 

And  Christ  invites  us  near, 
With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs ; 

He  pardons,  every  day ; 
Almighty  to  protect  my  soul, 
And  wise  to  guide  my  way. 
531 


ASPIRATION. 


869. 


3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 

What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  my  Redeemer's  hand? 
And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Jesus,  my  living  Head ! 

I  bless  thy  faithful  care  ; 
Mine  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ! 

Here  wait,  my  warmest  love  ! 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


870. 


No  Rest,  but  in  God.  „  S.  M. 

1  My  spirit  longs  for  thee 

To  dwell  within  my  breast ; 
Although  unworthy,  Lord  !  I  be 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest. 

2  Of  so  divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  hath  my  panting  heart  no  rest,. 
Until  it  come  to  thee. 

3  Until  it  come  to  thee, 

In  vain  I  look  around ; 

In  all  that  I  can  hear  or  see, 

No  rest  is  to  be  found. 

4  No  rest  is  to  be  found, 

But  in  thy  bleeding  love  : 
Oh !  let  my  ardent  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above. 

John  Byrom,  1814,  a. 


Psalm  42.  C.  M. 

1  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  Lord  !  for  thee, 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 
532 


r 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

2  For  thee,  the  Lord,  the  living  Lord, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
Oh  !  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine  ! 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 

When  thou,  O  Lord  !  wert  nigh  ; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  so  blessed  as  I. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  find  him  still 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

Nahum  Tate,  1696. 
Altered  by  Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 


871. 


Retirement.  C.  M. 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes,  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem,  by  thy  sweet  bounty,  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
Oh !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  Avitness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life ! 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine, 
And,  —  all  harmonious  names  in  one, — 
My  Saviour  !  thou  art  mine  ! 

William  Cowper,  1772. 
533 


ASPIKATION. 
O  I  Z,  The  Pilgrimage  of  Life.  C.  M. 

1  Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground, 

We  seek  that  promised  soil ; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod, 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore ; 
And  every  thorn,  that  wounds  our  feet, 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

4  Our  powers  are  oft  dissolved  away 

In  ecstacies  of  love  ; 
And,  while  our  bodies  wander  here, 
Our  souls  are  fixed  above. 

5  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run  ; 
But  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 

Mrs.  Anna  Letitia  Barbauld,  1795. 


87? 


'-)  •  The  Hope  of  Heaven.  C.  Al 

1  My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies, 

And  look  within  the  veil ; 
There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart, 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  seals  it  on  his  heart. 

534 


874. 


875. 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell 

Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Panting  for  God.  C.  M. 

1  Permit  me,  Lord !  to  seek  thy  face, 

Obedient  to  thy  call ; 
To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 
My  Strength,  my  Life,  my  All ! 

2  All  I  can  wish  is  thine  to  give  : 

My  God  !  I  ask  thy  love, — 
That  greatest  bliss  I  can  receive, — 
The  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

3  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires  ; 

Oh  !  for  a  quickening  ray, 
T'  invigorate  my  faint  desires, 
And  cheer  the  tiresome  way. 

4  My  Guardian,  my  almighty  Friend  ! 

On  thee  my  soul  would  "rest ; 
On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend  ; 
Be  near,  and  I  am  blessed. 

Anne  Steele,  1760, 


The  beatific  Vision.  C.  M. 

1  From  thee,  my  God !  my  joys  shall  rise, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns9 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

533 


ASPIRATION. 

Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 

And  endless  ages  I  '11  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

Sweet  Jesus  !  every  smile  of  thine 
Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 

And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

Haste,  my  beloved  !  fetch  my  soul 
Up  to  thy  blessed  abode, — 

Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


876. 


Longing  for  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  could  1  find  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God ; 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
And  live  upon  thy  word. 

2  Lord  !  I  desire  with  thee  to  live, 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus  !  come  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  I  '11  be  wholly  thine  ; 

And  never,  never  more  depart ; 

For  thou  art  wholly  mine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  adore ; 
And,  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

Benjamin  Cleveland,  1790. 


877. 


The  hidden  Life  of  a  Christian.  C.  M, 

1  O  happy  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 
While  men  lie  groveling  here  ! 
His  hopes  are  fixed  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 
536 


878 


DIVINE   FELLOWSHIP. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 

While  peace  and  joy  combine 
To  form  a  life,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God ; 

His  God  in  secret  sees  ; 
Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 

Beyond  this  world  and  time, 
"Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Xor  thoughts  of  sinners  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne, 

To  raise  his  figure  here ; 
Content  and  pleased  to  live  unknown, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Conversing  icith  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Saviour  !  thyself  to  me  reveal, 

While  here  o'er  earth  I  rove ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  it  feel 
The  kindling  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  I  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care  ; 
Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 

If  thou,  my  God !  art  here. 
"  Here  then,  my  God  !  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  make  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway, 

And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; 

'T  is  all  I  wish  to  seek. — 
T'  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 

5  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 

Till  I  thy  glory  see, 
'537 


ASPIRATION. 


879 


E  nter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1740. 


Psalm  73.  C.  M. 

1  God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 

My  Help  for  ever  near ! 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinkiDg  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord  !  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness  : 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And,  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What,  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God ! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


880. 


One  ivith  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  Jesus  !  are  we  one  with  thee  ? 

Oh  !  height,  Oh !  depth  of  love  ! 
With  thee  we  died  upon  the  tree, 
In  thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  thy  grace,  that,  for  our  sake, 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Thou  didst  of  flesh  and  blood-  partake, 
In  all  our  sorrows  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Confessed  and  borne  by  thee, 
533 


DITVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  wrere  tlune, 

To  set  thy  members  free. 
Ascended  now  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  thou  art ; 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height, 

Thy  saints  and  thee  can  part. 
Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day 

When,  seated  on  thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 

That  thou  with  us  art  one. 

James  George  Deck,  1837. 


881 


Fellowship  with  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  PIope  of  our  hearty  O  Lord !  appear, 

Thou  glorious  Star  of  day  ! 
Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
With  all  our  tears,  away. 

2  No  resting  place  we  seek  on  earth, 

No  loveliness  we  see, 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown, 
Prepared  for  us  and  thee. 

0  But,  dearest  Lord !  however  bright 
That  crown  of  joy  above, 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  thy  love  ? 

4  What  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 
Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 
Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 
Of  fellowship  with  thee  ? 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 


882 


Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer.  L.  Bfi 

1   Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 
That  calls  me  from  a  wTorld  of  care, 
And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known  : 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 

539 


ASPIRATION. 

And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 

Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless : 

And,  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace 

I  '11  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !    sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

May  I  thy  consolations  share, 

Till,  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight : 

This  robe  of  flesh  I  '11  drop,  and  rise, 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 

Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

Miss  Fanny  Crosby,  1849. 


883. 


The  Hour  of  Prayer.  L.  M. 

1  Blest  hour !  when  mortal  man  retires, 

To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour !  when  earthly  cares  resign 

Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast, 
While  all  around  the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest. 

3  Blest  hour!  when  God  himself  draws  nigh, 

Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  !  for,  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given ; 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 

The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  Heaven! 
540 


DIVIXE  FELLOWSHIP. 

5  Hail,  peaceful  hour  !  supremely  blest, 

Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care, 
The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour,  the  hour  of  prayer. 

6  And,  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are  past, 

And  this  frail  tenement  decays, 
Then  may  I  spend,  in  heaven,  at  last, 
A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

Thomas  Raffles,  1828. 
OOi.  The  Hour  of  Prayer.  L.  M. 

1  My  God !  is  any  hour  so  swreet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet — 

The  hour  of  prayer,  the  hour  of  prayer  ? 

2  Blest  is  that  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  thai  solemn  hour  of  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  up-borne, 
The  world  I  leave, — the  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed ; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  solitude 

With  hopes  of  heaven, — with  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief, 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find ; 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind ! — what  peace  of  mind  ! 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt ;  gone,  every  fear ; 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay  ; 
And  ev'n  the  penitential  tear 

Is  wiped  away,  —  is  wiped  away. 

G  Lord !  till  I  reach  yon  blissful  shore, 
Xo  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 

In  prayer  to  thee, — in  prayer  to  thee. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  15"4. 

541 


ASPIEATION. 


885. 


Longing  to  be  with  Christ.  L.  1H 

1  Let  me  be  with  thee,  where  thou  art, 

My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest ; 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  for  ever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  thee,  where  thou  art, 

Thine  unveiled  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  faithless,  treacherous,  cold. 

3  Let  me  be  with  thee,  where  thou  art, 

Where  spotless  saints  thy  name  adore ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  thee,  where  thou  art, 

Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove  ; 
Where  life  nor  death  my  soul  can  part 
From  thy  blest  presence  and  thy  love. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1841. 


886 


Rest  in  God.  L.  M, 

1  My  Lord  !  how  full  of  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment ! 
Where'er  1  dwell,  I  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time ; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime : 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy,  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

Fr.,  Madame  dc  la  Mutlc  (hnjon,  1710. 
Tr.(  William  Cowpcr,  1782,  o. 
542 


887 


8S8 


DIVDTE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Retirement  and  Meditation.  L.  M. 

1  My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  ail  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  scenes,  withdrawn, 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

^sly  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find, 

Isaac  Waits,  1709. 
The  Presence  of  Christ  in  Heaven.  L.  M. 

1  On  !  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 

To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, — 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns ! 

2  There,  low  before  Ins  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 
o  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head. 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 

Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 
To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze ; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

543 


ASPIRATION. 

There,  all  the  favorites  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir 

Oh !  may  the  joy -inspiring  theme, 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire. 

Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place ; 

Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


889. 


Our  blessed  Hope.  L,  M. 

1  Lord  of  our  hearts  !  beloved  of  thee, 

Weary  of  earth,  we  sigh  to  rest, 
Supremely  happy,  safe  and  free, 
For  ever  on  thy  tender  breast :  — 

2  To  see  thee,  love  thee,  feel  thee,  near, 

Nor  dread,  as  now,  thy  transient  stay, 
To  dwell  beyond  the  reach  of  fear, 
Lest  joy  should  wane  or  pass  away. 

3  Children  of  hope,  beloved  Lord ! 

In  thee  we  live,  we  glory  now, 
Our  Joy,  our  Rest,  our  great  Reward, 
Our  Diadem  of  beauty  thou. 

4  And,  when  exalted,  Lord !  with  thee, 

Thy  royal  throne  at  length  we  share, 
To  everlasting  thou  shalt  be 
Our  Diadem,  our  Glory  there. 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 
Oi/Ui  Vision  of  the  great  God.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  see 

The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies, 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be! 
Plow  despicable  to  mine  eyes  ! 

2  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God ! 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon, 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 
54-i 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave ; 

I  should  perceive  the  noise,  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 

While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

Great  All  in  all,  eternal  King ! 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow,  and  sing 

Thine  endless  grandeur  and  thy  grace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


891. 


Christ,  the  Life  of  the  Soul.  L.  M. 

1  How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought 

How  it  distracts  and  tears  my  heart, 
If  God  at  last,  my  sovereign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  soul  depart ! 

2  Christ  is  my  Light,  my  Life,  my  Care, 

My  blessed  Hope,  my  heavenly  Prize, 
Dearer  than  all  my  passions  are, 
Dearer  than  all  beneath  the  skies. 

3  The  strings,  that  twine  about  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 

With  their  dear  hold  of  Christ,  my  Love. 

4  My  God !  and  can  an  humble  child 

That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  so  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exiled, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

5  Impossible  !  —  for  thine  own  hands 

Have  tied  my  heart  so  fast  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  book  the  promise  stands, 

That  where  thou  art  thy  friends  must  be. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


892 


Longing  for  the  Presence  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1   Loud  !  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage, 
Where  shall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breast? 
For  I  have  sought  no  other  home  ; 
For  I  have  learned  no  other  rest. 

35  545 


ASPIRATION. 

2  I  cannot  live  contented  here. 

Without  some  glimpses  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heaven,  without  thy  presence  there, 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tiresome  place. 

3  When  earthly  cares  engross  the  day, 

And  hold  my  thoughts  aside  from  thee, 
The  shining  hours  of  cheerful  lij^ht 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

4  And,  if  no  evening  visit 's  paid, 

Between  my  Saviour  and  my  soul, 

How  dull  the  night !  how  sad  the  shade ! 

How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  This  flesh  of  mine  might  learn  as  soon 

To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood ; 
To  breathe  when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


893 


Divine  Love. 

1  Love  Divine,  all  loves  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thine  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus !  thou  art  all  compassion,  — 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us,  with  thy  salvation  ; 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh  !  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  the  promised  rest : 
Take  away  our  power  of  sinning  ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  bejrinnimj  ! 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
546 


894 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave : 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above, 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Finish  then  thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure  and  sinless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  satvation, 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee,  — 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Charles  Wesley,  1746. 


The  Presence  and  Grace  of  Jesus.  8s  &  73. 

1  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  come  and  save  us 

From  the  sins  that  so  distress, 
Make  us  all  thy  love  would  have  us, 
Happy,  in  our  trustfulness. 

2  Jesus !  Jesus  !  cheering,  healing, 

By  the  Holy  Spirit's  aid, 
Come,  thy  pardoning  love  revealing  ; 
So  we  will  not  be  afraid. 

3  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  life  is  sadness, 

"When  it  lives  apart  from  thee ; 
Come,  and  fill  it  all  with  gladness, 
Pleasantness  and  purity. 

4  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  grant  the  blessing 

Of  a  calm,  contented  mind, 
That,  the  joy  of  faith  possessing, 
Perfect  peace  our  souls  may  find. 

5  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  watching  o'er  us, 

Lead  us  safely  on  our  way, 
Thou,  the  Light  of  hope,  before  us, 
Till  the  night  shall  change  to  day. 
547 


ASPIRATION. 

6  Jesus  !  Jesus  !  gently  guiding 
By  the  path  thyself  hath  trod, 
For  our  ceaseless  need  providing, 
Keep  us  till  we  rest  with  God. 

Henry  Bateman,  1862. 
O  JO.  Psalm  84. 

1  Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe : 

Oh  !  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
For  thy  fullness,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds,  that  sing  and  fly 
Pound  thine  altars,  O  Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls,  that  find  a  rest 

In  a  heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove,  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls  !  their  praises  flow, 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe  ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies  ; 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Till  they  reach  thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

4  Lord !  be  mine  this  prize  to  win, 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin ; 
Keep  me  by  thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  thy  side  a  place ; 
Sun  and  Shield  alike  thou  art ; 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 

543 


7*. 


896, 


897. 


DITKE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Grace  and  glory  flow  from  thee, 
Shower,  Oh !  shower  them,  Lord !  on  me. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1531. 
ClirUt  to  live,  and  Gain  to  die. 

Cnr.iST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground,  — 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy] 
Still  in  thee  may  I  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ : 
Fountain  of  overflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

May  I  prove  it  ;i  Christ  to  live  !  " 
"When  I  touch  the  Blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul : 
Thus,  —  Oh  !  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it,  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it,  "  gain  to  die." 
Gain,  to  part  from  all  my  grief; 

Gain,  to  bid  my  sins  farewell ; 
Gain,  of  all  my  gains  the  chief, 

Ever  with  the  Lord  to  dwell : 
This  thy  people's  portion.  Lord  ! 

Peace  on  earth,  and  bliss  on  high ; 
This  their  ever-sure  reward, 

':  Christ  to  live,  and  gain  to  die  ! 

Ralph  Wardlaw,  1S17. 


The  Sun  of  Righteousness.  7a. 

1  Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies ! 

Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light ! 
Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Dayspring  from  on  high !  be  near  ; 
Daystar!  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

Unaccompanied  bv  thee ; 
549 


898. 


899. 


ASPIRATION. 

Jo/less  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  : 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine  ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine  ! 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

Charles-  Wesley,  1740. 


Psalm-  131.  Ts. 

1  Quiet,  Lord  !  my  froward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art ; 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

2  As  a  little  child  relies . 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he  's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  move  one  step  alone ;  — 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 

3  Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 

Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 
May  I  live  upon  thy  smiles, 

Till  the  promised  hour  appears, 
When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundless  love. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
The  Manifestation  of  Christ.  7a. 

Son  of  God !  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
By  the  holy  mystery 
Of  thy  dwelling  here  on  earth, 
By  thy  pure  and  holy  birth, — 
550 


900 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Lord  !  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me ! 

Lamb  of  God  !  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
By  thy  bitter  agony, 
By  thy  pangs,  to  us  unknown, 
By  thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord !  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me  ! 

Prince  of  life  !  to  thee  I  cry ; 
By  thy  glorious  majesty, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord !  thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  thyself  to  me ! 

Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky  ! 
With  thy  love  my  bosom  fill ; 
Prompt  me  to  perform  thy  will ; 
Then  thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  thee. 

Richard  Mant,  1831. 


Rejoicing  in  Hope.  7«. 

1  CniLDREX  of  the  heavenly  King  ! 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There,  your  seat  is  now  prepared,  — 
There  's  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  !  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land ; 

551 


901 


ASPIRATION. 

Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 
Lord !  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

John  Cennick,  1742. 
Psalm  23.  7a, 

1  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd !  lead  thy  charge  ; 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
Midst  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadow  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
By  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, — 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant,  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

James  Merrich,  1765,  a. 


902 


Leaning  on  Christ's  Arm.  7a. 

1  Jesus,  merciful  and  mild ! 
Lead  me  as  a  helpless  child ; 
On  no  other  arm  but  thine, 
"Would  my  weary  soul  recline. 

2  Thou  canst  fit  me,  by  thy  grace, 
For  the  heavenly  dwelling-place  ; 
All  thy  promises  are  sure, 
Ever  shall  thy  love  endure. 

3  Then  what  more  could  I  desire, 
How  to  greater  bliss  aspire? 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

All  I  need,  in  thee  I  see, 
Thou  art  All  in  all  to  me. 

4  Jesus,  Saviour  all  divine ! 
Hast  thou  made  me  truly  thine  ? 
Hast  thou  bought  me  by  thy  blood  ? 
Reconciled  my  heart  to  God  ? 

5  Hearken  to  my  tender  prayer, 
Let  me  thine  own  image  bear ; 
Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Till  I  reach  heaven's  blissful  shore. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1833. 
J\jO»  Heavenly  Anticipations.  7a  &  6& 

1  On  for  the  robes  of  whiteness ! 

Oh,  for  the  tearless  eyes ! 
Oh  for  the  glorious  brightness 

Of  the  unclouded  skies  ! 
Oh  for  the  no  more  weeping, 

Within  the  land  we  love, 
The  endless  joy  of  keeping 

The  bridal  feast  above  ! 

2  Oh  for  the  bliss  of  dying, 

My  risen  Lord  to  meet ! 
Oh  for  the  rest  of  lying 

For  ever  at  his  feet ! 
Oh  for  the  hour  of  seeing 

My  Saviour  face  to  face  ! 
The  hope  of  ever  being 

In  that  sweet  meeting-place ! 

3  Jesus,  thou  King  of  glory  ! 

I  soon  shall  dwell  with  thee  ; 
I  soon  shall  sing  the  story 

Of  thy  great  love  to  me. 
Meanwhile,  my  thoughts  shall  enter 

E'en  now,  before  thy  throne, 
That  all  my  love  may  centre 

In  thee,  and  thee  alone, 


Charitie  Lees  Smith,  1861. 
553 


ASPIEATION. 
J 1/ T«  Safe,  by  the  Side  of  Jesus.  7s  &  63. 

1  O  Lamb  of  God !  still  keep  me 

Near  to  thy  wounded  side  ; 
'T  is  only  there  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide ! 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me ! 

What  doubts  and  fears  within  ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me, 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'T  is  only  in  thee  hiding, 

I  know  my  life  secure  ; 
Only  in  thee  abiding, 

The  conflict  can  endure : 
Thine  arm  the  victory  gaineth 

O'er  every  hateful  foe  ; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth, 

In  all  its  care  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  my  eyes  behold  thee, 

With  rapture,  face  to  face  ; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  thy  power  and  grace  ; 
Thy  beauty,  Lord  !  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  thy  saints  above. 

James  George  Deck,  1857. 


905 


Onward  and  upward.  7s  &  6s. 

1  From  every  earthly  pleasure, 

From  every  transient  joy, 
From  every  "mortal  treasure, 

That  soon  will  fade  and  cloy ;  — 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 

2  From  every  piercing  sorrow, 

That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
554 


906 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 

Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away ; 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending, 

In  infinite  delight. 
'T  is  true  we  are  but  strangers 

And  pilgrims  here  below, 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go  ; 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 

Yet  there 's  a  rest  above ; 
And  onward  still  we  're  pressing, 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 

Eliel  Davis,  1824. 
"  Ich  bin  ein  Gast  auf  Erden."  7s  &6ft, 

1  A  pilgrim:  and  a  stranger, 

I  journey  here  below ; 
Far  distant  is  my  country, 

The  home  to  which  I  go : 
Here  I  must  toil  and  travail, 

Oft  weary  and  oppressed, 
But  there  my  God  shall  lead  me 

To  everlasting  rest. 

2  It  is  a  well-worn  pathway ; 

Many  have  gone  before,  — 
The  holy  saints  and  prophets, 

The  patriarchs  of  yore ; 
They  trod  the  toilsome  journey, 

In  patience  and  in  faith, 
And  them  I  fain  would  follow, 

Like  them  in  life  and  death. 

3  With  them  my  thoughts  are  dwelling, 

'Tis  there  I  long  to  be  ; 
Come,  Lord !  and  call  thy  servant 

To  blessedness  with  thee  ! 
Come,  bid  my  toils  be  ended, 

Let  all  my  wanderings  cease ; 
555 


907 


ASPIRATION. 

Call  from  the  wayside  lodging 

To  the  sweet  home  of  peace ! 
There  I  shall  dwell  for  ever, 

No  more  a  stranger  guest, 
With  all  thy  blood-bought  children, 

In  everlasting  rest : 
The  pilgrim  toils  forgotten, 

The  pilgrim  conflicts  o'er, 
All  earthly  griefs  behind  us, 

Eternal  joys  before ! 

Ger.,  Paul  Gerhardt,  1667. 
Tr.,  Jane  Borthwich,  1862. 

Pilgrim's  Song.  7s  &  6s. 

1  Rise,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul !  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul,  that 's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  Ins  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims !  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season, —  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

r^obert  Seagrave,  1748,  a. 
55G 


DIVINE   FELLOWSHIP. 


908. 


"  Christ  and  him  crucified '."  7s  &  Ci  P. 

1  Vain*,  delusive  world  !  adieu  ! 

With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood : 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego ; 

All  thy  pomps,  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus,  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 

;T  is  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain ;  — 

lie  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 

Christ,  th'  atoning  Victim  died : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus,  crucified. 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

Ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus,  crucified. 

4  Him,  in  all  my  works,  I  seek 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree  ; 
Only  of  his  love  I  speak, 

Who  freely  died  for  me : 
While  I  sojourn  here  below, 

Nothing  will  I  seek  beside  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus,  crucified. 

Charles   Wedey,  1742,  a. 


909, 


The  Eventide  of  Life.  10s. 

Abide  with  me  ;  fast  falls  the  eventide  : 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord !  with  me  abide  ; 
557 


ASPIRATION. 

"When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless !  Oh  !  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim  ;  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  : 

0  thou  who  changest  not !  abide  with  me. 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 

What,  but  thy  grace,  can  foil  the  tempter's  power? 
Who,  like  thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Oh  !  abide  with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness  ; 
"Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave !  thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies  ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows 
In  life  and  death,  O  Lord  !  abide  with  me.     [flee  : 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1847. 
«/  -1-  Vf  •  Clirist,  the  sole  Support  of  the  Soul.  103. 

1  Here,  Lord  !  by  faith,  I  see  thee  face  to  face  ; 

Here  would  I  touch  and  handle  things  unseen ; 
Here  grasp,  with  firmer  hand,  th'  eternal  grace, 
And  all  my  weariness  upon  thee  lean. 

2  I  have  no  help  but  thine ;  nor  do  I  need 

Another  arm  save  thine  to  lean  upon ; 
It  is  enough,  my  Lord  !  enough,  indeed ; 

My  strength  is  in  thy  might  —  thy  might  alone. 

3  I  have  no  wisdom,  save  in  him  who  is 

My  Wisdom  and  my  Teacher,  both  in  one : 
No  wisdom  can  I  lack  while  thou  art  wise, 
No  teaching  do  I  crave,  save  thine  alone. 

4  Mine  is  the  sin,  but  thine  the  righteousness ; 

Mine  is  the  guilt,  but  thine  the  cleansing  blood ; 
Here  is  my  robe,  my  refuge,  and  my  peace,  — 
Thy  blood,  thy  righteousness,  O  Lord,  my  God ! 
558 


DIVINE  FELLOWSHIP. 


5  But  see !  the  pillar-cloud  is  rising  now, 

And  moving  onward  through  the  desert  night ; 
It  beckons,  and  I  follow,  for  I  know : — 


It  leads  me  to  the  heritage  of  light. 


911. 


Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
Nearer  to  God.  6s  fe  4s.  P. 

1  Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee ; 
Ev'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God !  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet,  in  my  dreams,  I  'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God  1  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear, 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  thou  send'st  to  me, 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee,  — 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I  '11  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee. 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I  fly, 
559 


912. 


913. 


ASPIRATION. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee,  — 
Nearer  to  thee. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  Adams,  1841. 
Closer  with  God.  6s  &  4a.  P. 

1  Saviour  !  I  follow  on, 

Guided  by  thee, 
Seeing  not  yet  the  hand 

That  leadeth  me ; 
Hushed  be  my  heart  and  still, 
Fear  I  no  further  ill, 
Only  to  meet  thy  will 

My  will  shall  be. 

2  Riven  the  rock  for  me, 

Thirst  to  relieve ; 
Manna  from  heaven  falls 

Fresh  every  eve ; 
Never  a  want  severe 
Causeth  my  eye  a  tear, 
But  thou  dost  whisper  near, 

"  Only  believe  ! " 

3  Saviour  !  I  long  to  walk 

Closer  with  thee ; 
Led  by  thy  guiding  hand 

Ever  to  be ; 
Constantly  near  thy  side, 
Quickened  and  purified, 
Living  for  him  who  died 

Freely  for  me ! 

Charles  S.  Robinson,  1862. 
V.— FOR  DIVINE  GRACE. 

God,  the  Pilgrim's  Guide.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah ! 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand: 
Bread  of  heaven ! 
Feed  me  now  and  evermore, 
5G0 


914. 


DIVINE  GRACE. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  liery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through : 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

IVilliam  Williams,  1774. 
Ji'sus,  the  fjreat  Deliverer.  8s,  7s  <fe  4. 

1  Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory! 

Bend  from  heaven  thy  gracious  ear ; 
While  our  waiting  souls  adore  thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners !  hear ; 

By  thy  mercy, 
Oh!  deliver  us,  good  Lord! 

2  Taught  by  thine  unerring  spirit, 

Boldly  we  draw  nigh  to  God, 
Only  in  thy  spotless  merit, 

Only  through  thy  precious  blood : 

By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  !  deliver  us,  good  Lord ! 

3  From  the  depth  of  nature's  blindness9 

From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 
From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 

From  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 
By  thy  mercy, 
Oh  !  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

4  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  thy  mercy, 
Oh !  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

James  J.  Cummins,  1849. 
36  561 


915 


ASPIRATION. 

•  Triune  Guidance.  8*'±7c 

1  Lead  us,  heavenly  Father!  lead  us 

O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  thee ; 
Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 

If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

2  Saviour !  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 

All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us ; 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe ; 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God  !  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy; 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 

Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy ; 
Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 

Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 


916 


"  Ask,  and  ye  shall  receive."  7a. 

1  Come,  my  soul !  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

o  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord  !  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt, 

4  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

5G2 


917. 


918. 


DIVIDE  GBACE. 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 

Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Show  me  what  I  have  to  do. 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

John  Newton,  177?. 
The  Mert9-SeuL  7a. 

1  Lord  !  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face. 
Mine  's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy -seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free  ; 
Lord !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

3  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need  ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past. 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

4  No ;  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 

'T  is  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 

I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

John  Newton,  1779t. 
The  Image  of  God.  7s. 

1  Fattier  of  eternal  grace  ! 
Glorify  thyself  in  me  ; 
Meekly  beaming  in  my  face, 
May  the  world  thine  image  see. 
5G3 


ASriRATION. 

Happy  only  in  thy  love, 

Poor,  unfriended,  or  unknown  ; 
Fix  my  thoughts  on  things  above, 

Stay  my  heart  on  thee  alone. 

Humble,  holy,  all-resigned 

To  thy  will, — thy  will  be  done  !  — 
Give  me,  Lord  !  the  perfect  mind 

Of  thy  well-beloved  Son. 

Counting  gain  and  glory  loss, 
May  1  tread  the  path  he  trod  ; 

Die  with  Jesus  on  the  cross, 

Rise  with  him,  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1808. 


919 


920 


The  Temple  of  the  Holy  Spirit.  7a. 

1  Abba,  Father  !  hear  thy  child, 
Late  in  Jesus  reconciled  ; 
Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 
All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power; 
All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 

All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love. 

2  Lord !  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  the  blessing  thou  bestow : 
Heavenly  Father,  Life  divine  ! 
Change  ury  nature  into  thine ; 
Move  and  spread  throughout  my  soul, 
Actuate,  and  fill  the  whole. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  no  more  delay; 
Come,  and  in  thy  temple  stay  ; 
Now  thine  inward  witness  bear, 
Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear ; 
Spring  of  life  !  thyself  impart ; 
Rise  eternal  in  my  heart. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 


Entire  Consecration.  7a. 

1   Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One ! 
564 


921 


DIVINE   GRACE. 

As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done  ; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 

2  Vilest  of  the  sinful  race, 

Lo !  I  answer  to  thy  call ; 
Meanest  vessel  of  thy  grace, 

Grace  divinely  free  for  all, 
Lo  !  I  come  to  do  thy  will, 
All  thy  counsel  to  fulfill. 

3  Take  my  soul  and  body's  powers  ; 

Take  my  mem'ry,  mind,  and  will, 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feel, 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do ; 
Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 
#  Panting  for  Purity.  7a 

1  Holt  Lamb !  who  thee  receive, 
"Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 

Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee,  — 
As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be  ! 
Jesus  !  see  my  panting  breast ; 
See,  I  pant  in  thee  to  rest. 

2  Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  ; 
Cleanse  me  now  from  every  sin  ; 
Fix,  Oh  !  fix  my  wavering  mind  ; 
To  thy  cross  my  spirit  bind ; 
Earthly  passions  far  remove  ; 
Swallow  up  my  soul  in  love. 

Ger.,  Mrs.  Anna  [Schindlcr]  Dober.  1735. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1740. 


922 


The  Christian's  Life- Work.  S.  M. 

1  A  cnAitGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  gloriiy ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  :  — 
5G5 


ASPIRATION. 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill,— 
Oh  !  may  it  all  ray  powers  engage  — 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  Oh  !  thy  servant,  Lord  !  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die. 

diaries  Wesley,  1762. 


923. 


The  Throne  of  Grace.  S.  M. 

1  Befiold  the  throne  of  grace ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 

There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides,  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul !  ask  what  thou  wilt ; 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold ; 
Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold  ? 

4  Thine  image,  Lord  !  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  thee  above. 

5  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith  ; 

Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
5G6 


DIVINE  GRACE. 


924. 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  !  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now  ;  — 
"  Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near ! 
To  thee  all  nations  bow ! 

2  "  Thy  kingdom  come  !  —  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfill 
Thy  perfect  law  above ! 

3  "  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While,  by  thy  word,  we  live  ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  "  From  dark  temptation's  power,  — 

From  Satan's  wiles  defend  ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  "  Thine,  then,  for  ever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ! 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine." 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


925. 


Entire  Consecration.  S-  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope ! 

On  thee  I  cast  my  care ; 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer ; 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee, — almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  rest  upon  thy  word ; 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 
5G7 


ASPIRATION. 


926. 


But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 
I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self- renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down,  and  casts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 
I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care  ; 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 


Conformity  to  God.  S-  M. 

1  I  want  a  heart  to  pray,  — 

To  pray,  and  never  cease  ; 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less ; 
This  blessing,  above  all,  — 

Always  to  pray,  —  I  want ; 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim  — 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward,  — 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name ; 
A  jealous,  just  concern, 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire,  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 
5G8 


927. 


928 


DIVINE  GRACE. 

i  want,  with  all  my  heart, 

Thy  pleasure  to  fulfill ; 
To  know  myself,  and  what  thou  art 

And  what  thy  perfect  will ; 
To  give  thee  every  thought, 

And  all  my  wants  to  see  ; 
I  want, — alas  !  what  want  I  not, 

When  thou  art  not  in  me  ? 

Charles  Wesley,  1742,  a. 


The  Believer's  Support.  L.  M. 

1  O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light ! 
Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  pants  for  thee; 
Oh !  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free. 

2  "Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross ; 
[Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross; 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord !  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  Light,  be  thou  my  Way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus  !  thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour !  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  ; 
Oh !  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

From  Ger.  of  Gerhard  Tersteegen,  1731. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1739. 


The  Presence  and  Protection  of  God.  L.  M 

1  Be  with  me,  Lord !  where'er  I  go, 

Teach  me  what  thou  wouldst  have  me  do  ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say ; 
Direct  me  in  the  narrow  way. 


5G9 


ASPIEATION. 

Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbor  pride, 
Lest  I  in  mine  own  strength  confide ; 
Show  me  my  weakness  ;  let  me  see, 
I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  thee. 

Enrich  me  always  with  thy  love : 
My  kind  Protector  ever  prove  ; 
Thy  signet  put  upon  my  breast, 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 

Oh  !  may  I  never  do  my  will, 
But  thine,  and  only  thine,  fulfill ; 
Let  all  my  time  and  all  my  -ways 
Be  spent  and  ended  to  thy  praise. 

John  Cennick,  1741. 


929. 


All  in  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Wiien,  gracious  Lord  ;  when  shall  it  be, 
That  T  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 

The  fullness  of  thy  promise  prove,  — 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near  : 

I  grope  in  darkness  on  my  way, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel  day. 

o  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind  ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus  !  my  soul  shall  fly  to  thee  : 
Jesus !  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 
My  soul  shall  on  thy  bosom  fall. 

5  Lord  !  I  am  blind  —  be  thou  my  sight; 
Lord  !  I  am  weak  —  be  thou  my  might; 
A  helper  of  the  helpless  be  ; 

And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee. 

John  Wesley,  1742,  a. 
570 


DIVINE  GBACE. 


930 


Union  with  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Loud  !  take  my  heart,  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  closed  to  all  but  thee  ; 
Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

2  How  blest  are  they,  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltered  in  thy  bleeding  side ! 
"Who  thence  their  life  and  strength  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 

3  "What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quickening  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv'st  the  power  thy  grace  to  move ; 
Oh !  wondrous  grace !  Oh  !  boundless  love ! 

4  How  can  it  be,  thou  heavenly  King ! 
That  thou  shouldst  us  to  glory  bring  ? 
Make  slaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Decked  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

5  Hence  our  hearts  melt;  our  eyes  o'erflow; 
Our  words  are  lost ;  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  beside ;  — 
My  Lord,  my  Love,  is  crucified ! 

Ger.,   Wolfgang  C.  Deszler,  1700. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1733. 


931. 


"Ask  what  thou  wilt !  "  L.  M. 

1  And  dost  thou  say,  "Ask  what  thou  wilt?" 

Lord !  I  would  seize  the  golden  hour ; 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And  freed  from  sin  and  Satan's  power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord  !  impart ; 

More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear  ; 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed, 

And  from  thy  joy  to  draw  my  strength ; 
To  have  thy  boundless  love  revealed, 
In  all  its  height  and  breadth  and  length. 


ASriRATTON. 


932. 


933 


Grant  these  requests  ; — I  ask  no  more, 
But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign ; 

Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


Coming  to  the  Mercy-Seat.  L.  M. 

1  WnAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love  ; 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace,  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath,  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me  ! " 

William  Cowper,  1772. 


Prayer.  C.  M 

1  Prateti  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  lire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 


DIVINE  GRACE. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimcst  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air : 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry  —  "  Behold  he  prays  ! " 

G  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, — 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 
Lord !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

James  Montgomery,  1S19. 


934 


Graces  sought  in  Prayer.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 

With  reverence  and  with  fear  ; 

Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 

2  God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee, 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts, 
Give,  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  : 

3  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee  though  thou  slay. 

4  Give  these,  and  then — thy  will  be  done  ! 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

James  Montgomery,  1S19. 
573 


ASPIRATION. 


935 


The  Worth  of  Prayr.  C.  Itf. 

1  Prater  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came ; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  "When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear ; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied, 
Since  he  for  sinners  intercedes, 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

Benjamin  Bcddome,  1787. 


936. 


A  clean  Heart.  C.  M. 

1  On !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  — 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me !  — 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  !  — 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within !  — 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  filled  with  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  fight,  and  pure,  and  good; 
A  copy,  Lord  !  of  thine. 
574 


937. 


.DIVINE  GRACE. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord  !  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart,  — 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 


938 


Psalm  110.  C.  M. 

1  On !  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 

Might  dwell  upon  my  mind : 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power,. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord ! 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word  ;  — 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  On  !  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still ; 
Oh !  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will. 

2  Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord  ! 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

575 


ASPIRATION. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  loo  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet,  since  I  've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  — 

'T  is  a  delightful  road ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


939 


The  inner  Calm.  C. 

1  Calm  me,  my  God !  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God !  and  keep  me  calm ; 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

o  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet ;  — 
Calm  in  the  closefs  solitude  ; 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street :  — 

4  Calm,  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health ; 

Calm,  in  my  hour  of  pain  ; 
Calm,  in  my  poverty  or  wealth ; 
Calm,  in  my  loss  or  gain  :  — 

5  Calm,  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  him  who  bore  my  shame  ; 
Calm  mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

G  Calm,  as  the  ray  of  sun,  or  star, 
Which  storms  assail  in  vain, 
Moving,  unruffled  through  earth's  war, 
Th'  eternal  calm. to  gain. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
576 


DIVINE  GRACE. 


940. 


941 


"  Thy  Will  be  done."  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear ; 
Like  thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine  ; 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell 
As  free  and  true  as  thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 

We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry, 

M  Father  !  thy  will  be  done !  " 

John  H.  Gurney,  1838. 
•  Jacob's  Vow.  C.  M. 

1  O  Gob  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed ; 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led  !  — 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace ; 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide ; 
Give  us,  each  day,  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh  !  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1737. 
Alt.  by  Michael  Bruce,  1767. 
37  577 


ASPIRATION. 


942 


Psalm  119.  C.  M. 

1  Thou  art  my  Portion,  O  my  God ! 

Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Oh  !  save  thy  servant,  Lord ! 
Thou  art  my  Shield,  my  Hiding-Place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfill ; 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  shall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
J4l).  Psalm  119.  CM. 

1  With  my  whole  heart  I  've  sought  thy  face, 

Oh  !  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace ! 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I  've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
Prom  every  rising  sin. 
578 


944 


945 


DIVINE  GRACE. 

I  'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 

My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

My  God !  I  long.  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  salvation  still ; 
"While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 

And  I  obey  thy  will. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Purity  of  Heart  and  Life.  C.  JL 

1  Oh  !  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

2  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear  : 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

3  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 

Through  my  remaining  days  ; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

4  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 
To  mount  above  the  skies  ! 

Juhu  Fawcett,  17S2. 

YIII.-T  RIBULATION. 

I. — SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 


Walking  v:ith  God.  C. 

1  On !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light,  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

573 


ASPIRATION. 


Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove !  return, 

Sweet  Messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast, 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Coicper,  1772. 


946. 


Psalm  42.  C.  M. 

1  With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God !  to  thee  I  look ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  taste,  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  'T  is  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

4  But  why,  my  soul !  sunk  down  so  far, 

Beneath  this  heavy  load? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ? 
5S0 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 


947. 


948. 


Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 

And  sing  restoring  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Psaxm  90.  C.  M. 

1  Return,  O  God  of  love  !  return  ; 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place : 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  lace  ? 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And,  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thine  own  work  complete ; 
.    Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Past  Joys  recalled.  C.  M, 

1  Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  brinsr  me  home  to  God. 


o 


Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 

And,  when  the  evening  shade  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

In  prayer,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And,  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 

I  called  each  promise  mine. 

But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 

And,  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

531 


TRIBULATION. 


949. 


950 


Rise,  Saviour  !  —  help  me  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 

I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail,  — 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

John  Newton,  1779 :  v.  5,  a. 


Sins  and  Sorrows  spread  before  God.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 

Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 
I  'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I  'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise,  — 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I  'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I  'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, — 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

Isaac  Watts,  1721. 


Un fruit  fulness  lamented.  C.  M. 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord ! 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above ! 
How  few  affections  there! 

b  82 


951. 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

Great  God !  thy  sovereign  power  impart. 

To  give  thy  word  suca  -  - ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 

And  love  shall  never  die. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Fluctuating  Love.  C.  M. 

1  Witt  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  Delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more,  by  day. — 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  "Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love,  — 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes,  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  passed, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait,  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

6  Make  haste,  my  days  !  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul,  — 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 

.  1707. 
583 


952 


953. 


TRIBULATION. 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness.  C.  M. 

1  Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 

Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

2  Light,  in  thy  light !  Oh !  may  I  see, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove, 
Revived,  and  cheered,  and  blest  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 

3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconciled. 

Cliarles  Wesley,  1762. 


Spiritual  Sloth.  C.  M. 

1  My  drowsy  powers !  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing  's  half  so  dull. 

2  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ;  — 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ;  — 

3  We,  for  whom  God,  the  Son,  came  down, 

Ajid  labored  for  our  good  ;  — 

How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 

He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Lord  !  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still,. 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove !  from  th'  heavenly  hill, 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 

5  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move,  — 

Upward  our  souls  shall  rise  : 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We  '11  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

Imac  Watts,  1707. 
584 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 


954 


The  witnessing  and  sealing  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter  !  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  Earnest  of  his  love, 

The  Pledge  of  joys  to  come : 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove ! 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


955 


Repentance  at  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ? 

Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow, 

From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  5T  was  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groaned  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul !  for  thee. 

3  Oh !  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine, 

That  crucified  my  God. — 
Those  sins,  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer  !  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  has  so  decreed, 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 
585 


TRIBULATION. 


956 


957. 


Whilst,  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 
My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 

I  '11  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Love  to  the  Creatures.  C.  M. 

1  How*  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, — 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


Psalm  130.  S.  M. 

1  Out  of  the  depths  of  woe, 

To  thee,  O  Lord  !  I  cry  ; 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 

2  I  cast  my  hope  on  thee ; 

Thou  canst,  thou  wilt  forgive  ; 
Wert  thou  to  mark  iniquity, 
Who  in  thy  sight  could  live  ? 

586 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

3  Humbly  on  thee  I  wait, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  : 
Lord !  I  am  knocking  at  thy  gate  ; 
Open,  and  take  me  in. 

4  Glory  to  God  above  ! 

The  waters  soon  will  cease  ; 
For,  lo  !  the  swift-returning  dove 
Brings  home  the  sign  of  peace. 

5  Though  storms  his  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 
His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 


958 


Psalm  25.  S.  M. 

1  I  lift  my  soul  to  God, 

My  trust  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Persuade  me  to  despair  ; 
Lord !  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well, 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

3  From  the  first  dawning  light 

Till  the  dark  evening  rise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord  !  I  wait 
With  ever-longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth ; 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways  ; 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame  ; 
587 


TRIBULATION. 


959. 


960 


He  pardons,  though  my  guilt  be  great, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


Sin  crucified. 

1  Shall  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  thy  grace  abounds  ? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we,  whose  sins  are  crucified, 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

3  "We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nailed  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Watch  and  pray. 

1  My  soul !  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise ; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh  !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul !  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He  '11  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 

George  Heath,  1806. 
588 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 


961. 


Psalm  25.  8.  M. 

1  Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 

Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Restore  me,  from  those  dangerous  ways, 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  With  every  morning's  light, 

My  sorrow  new  begins ; 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

5  Oh !  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

6  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  see  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
"  He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain." 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


962 


Backslidings  lamented.  fi.  ]VL 

1  O  Jesus,  full  of  grace  ! 

To  thee  I  make  my  moan ; 
Let  me  again  behold  thy  face ; 
Call  home  thy  banished  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal, 

Again  my  soul  restore, 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 
589 


963. 


TRIBULATION. 

Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  rise  ? 

Speak,  and  my  soul  shall  live  ; 
Forgive,  —  my  gasping  spirit  cries,  — 

Abundantly  forgive. 

Thine  utmost  mercy  show ; 

Say  to  my  drooping  soul,  — 
"  In  peace  and  full  assurance  go ; 

Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

Charles   Wesley,  1756. 


964. 


A  good  Conscience.  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest ! 
Come,  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 

And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere  ! 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine  ! 
Oh  !  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death  with  all  his  terrors  near  ; 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

Ottiwell  Hegiribotham,  1768. 


Sustaining  Grace.  L.  M. 

1  My  Hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou ! 
To  thee,  lo  !  now  my  soul  I  bow  ; 

I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour  !  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  Strength,  be  thou  my  Way ; 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day  : 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 

And  keep  me,  Saviour  !  near  thy  side. 

590 


SPIEITUAL  TBOUBLE. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me  ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour  !  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power  ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour  !  reign  alone. 

o  Iffy  suffering  time  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  ; 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  soar  away. 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

Anon.,  1789. 


965 


Peace  after  a  Storm.  L.  M. 

1  When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer  !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart; 

And  blush,  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  Oh !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught, — 

What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, — 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

But,  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet,  — 
Unskillful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord  !  one  look  from  thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will ; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

William  Cowper,  1772. 
591 


TRIBULATION. 
t/ODi  Cold  Affections.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 

Demands  my  wish,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
But,  ah  !  how  dead  to  things  divine, 
How  cold  my  best  affections  are ! 

2  'T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  dreadful  power, 

Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ; 
Oh  !  for  one  happy,  shining  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight ! 

3  Oh  !  let  thy  love  shine  forth  and  raise 

My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 
And  tune  my  last  expiring  breath. 

Anne  Steele,  17G0. 


967 


Communing  with  the  Heart.  L.  M. 

1  Return,  my  roving  heart !  return, 

And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more, 
Seek  out  some  solitude,  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  And  thou,  my  God  !  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

4  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


968, 


Prayer  answered  by  Crosses.  L.  M. 

I  asked  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
592 


969 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'T  was  he,  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hoped  that,  in  some  favored  hour, 

At  once  he  'd  answer  my  request, 

And,  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 

Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand,  he  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe, 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord !  why  is  this?"  I  trembling  cried, 

"Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  'T  is  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free  ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  mayest  seek  thine  all  in  me." 

Joh7i  Newton,  1779. 


The  Spirit's  gracious  Return.  L.  M. 

1  And  will  th'  offended  God  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men  ? 
Will  he,  within  this  bosom,  raise 

A  living  temple  to  his  praise  ? 

2  The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast ; 
All  hail !  I  cry,  thou  heavenly  Guest ! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  powers  within ! 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

38  593 


TRIBULATION . 


970. 


3  Enter,  with  all  thy  heavenly  train ; 
Here  live,  and  here  for  ever  reign ; 
Thy  sceptre  o'er  my  passions  sway  ; 
Let  love  command,  and  I  '11  obey. 

4  Reason  and  conscience  shall  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  I  '11  consecrate  my  heart, 
And  bid  each  rival  thence  depart. 

Samuel  Stcnnett,  1787. 


The  inconstant  Heart.  L.  M. 

1  Ah  !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love  ! 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  each  vanity  away  ; 

There  's  naught  beneath  a  power  divine, 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

3  Jesus  !  to  thee  I  would  return, 

At  thy  dear  feet,  repentant,  mourn  ; 
There  let  me  view  thy  pardoning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

4  Oh  !  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 
Bid  every  vanity  depart, 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


971. 


An  interceding  Saviour.  L.  M. 

1  0  thou,  the  contrite  sinners  Friend, 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end ! 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

That  thou  wilt  plead  for  me, — for  me. 

2  When,  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  ofT  appears  my  resting-place, 
And  fainting  I  mistrust  thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour!  plead  for  me, — for  me. 
594 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

When  I  have  erred,  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimmering  guiding  ray, 

Still,  Saviour!  plead  lor  me,  —  for  me. 
When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then,  with  thy  pitying  arms,  enfold, 

And  plead,  Oh!  plead  for  me,  —  for  me. 
And.  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

Pleading  in  heaven  for  me,  —  for  me. 
When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day 
Reveals  my  sins  in  dread  array, 
Say  thou  hast  washed  them  all  away  ; 

Oh!  say,  thou  plead'st  for  me, — for  me. 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1S37. 


972. 


■ainst  Hope.  L.  M. 

1  Away,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear ; 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
But  shall  I,  therefore,  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ; 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny. 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, — 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, — 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus  my  Lord  and  God  I  claim ; 
595 


973. 


974 


TRIBULATION. 

Jesus,  my  Strength,  shall  lift  me  up; 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
To  me  he  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh ; 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 


The  Penitent's  Prayer.  L.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 

Oh !  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, — 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty, 
Oh !  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, — 

For  I,  alas  !  am  all  that 's  vile  ; 
No, — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus  !  is  my  plea, — 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me. 

3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 

Then,  hear  thine  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
Oh  !  listen  to  a  sufferer's  voice  !  — 
Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice. 

Ottiwell  Hegiribotham,  1768. 


The  returning  Wanderer.  L.  M. 

1  Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod : 

Not  without  hope,  for  him  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  0  Jesus !  full  of  pardoning  grace, — 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin ! 

596 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms,  and  take  me  in  ; 
And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithless  sinner  still. 

3  Thou  knowest  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  spirit  to  restore ; 
Oh  !  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 

Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more ; 
The  ruins  of  my  soul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
*.*  i  *J»  "Jcsui!  visit  me."  7jv 

1  Jesus,  Jesus !  visit  me ; 
How  my  soul  longs  after  thee  I 
When,  my  best,  my  dearest  Friend ! 
Shall  our  separation  end  ? 

2  Lord  !  my  longings  never  cease ; 
Without  thee  I  find  no  peace ; 

'T  is  my  constant  cry  to  thee,  —    . 
Jesus,  Jesus  !  visit  me. 

3  Mean  the  joys  of  earth  appear, 
All  below  is  dark  and  drear  ; 
Naught  but  thy  beloved  voice 
Can  my  wretched  heart  rejoice. 

4  Thou  alone,  my  gracious  Lord  ! 
Art  my  shield  and  great  reward  ; 
All  my  hope,  my  Saviour  thou,  — 
To  thy  sovereign  will  I  bow. 

5  Come,  inhabit  then  my  heart ; 
Purge  its  sio,  and  heal  its  smart ; 
See,  I  ever  cry  to  thee,  — 
Jesus,  Jesus  !  visit  me. 

6  Patiently  I  wait  thy  day  ; 
For  this  gift  alone  I  pray, 

597 


97G 


977 


TRIBULATION. 

That,  when  death  shall  visit  me, 
Thou  my  Light  and  Life  wilt  be. 

Ger.,  John  Schefflcr,  1657. 
Tr.,  Eobinson  P.  Dunn,  1358. 


Psalm  6.  7a 

1  Gently,  gently,  lay  thy  rod, 
On  my  sinful  head,  O  God ! 
Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  before  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak  ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek  ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make,  — 
Heal  me,  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

i  Lo  !  he  comes,  —  he  heeds  my  plea  ; 
Lo  !  he  comes,  —  the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  ; 
Rise,  my  spirit !  and  adore. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 


Psalm  42.  7a. 

1  Hearktkn,  Lord !  to  my  complaints, 
For  my  soul  within  me  faints  ; 
Thee,  far  off,  I  call  to  mind, 

In  the  land  I  left  behind, 

Where  the  streams  of  Jordan  flow, 

Where  the  heights  of  Hermon  glow. 

2  Once  the  morning's  earliest  light 
Brought  thy  mercy  to  my  sight, 
And  my  wakeful  song  was  heard 
Later  than  the  evening  bird ; 
Hast  thou  all  my  prayers  forgot  ? 
Dost  thou  scorn,  or  hear  them  not  ? 

3  Why,  my  soul !  art  thou  perplexed  ? 
Why  with  faithless  trouble  vexed  ? 

598 


978. 


SPIRITUAL  TROUBLE. 

Hope  in  God,  whose  saving  name 
Thou  shalt  joyfully  proclaim, 
When  his  countenance  shall  shine 
Through  the  clouds  that  darken  thine. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 


Clinging  to  the  Cross.  8s  &  7a 

1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion  ! 

Hear  thine  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  ; 

See !  I  languish,  faint,  and  die  : 
Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting,  — 

Send,  Oh  !  send  me  quick  relief. 

2  Whither  should  a  wretcH  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 

But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
While  I  view  thee,  wounded,  grieving, 

Breathless,  on  the  cursed  tree, 
Fain  I  'd  feel  my  heart  believing 

That  thou  sufferedst  thus  for  me. 

3  With  thy  righteousness  and  Spirit, 

I  am,  more  than  angels,  blessed  ; 
Heir  witli  thee,  I  all  inherit,  — 

Peace,  and  joy,  and  endless  rest : 
On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed, 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all ; 
Let  thine  arm  be  now  revealed  ; 

Stay,  Oh !  stay  me,  lest  I  fall. 

t  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 

Let  it  never,  Lord !  be  said,  — 
"  Here 's  a  soul  that  perished,  suing 

For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid ! " 
Saved! — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Through  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
599 


TRIBULATION. 


979 


980 


Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 

Daniel  Turner,  1787. 


Apprehension  of  Suffering. 

1  Full  of  trembling  expectation, 

Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Author,  God,  of  my  salvation ! 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore  ; 
Suffering  Son  of  Man  !  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain, 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 

By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish, 

In  thy  days  of  flesh  below ; 
When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  woe  ; 
When  thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burdened  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  that  dark,  satanic  hour  ; 
By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power  : 
By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

Charles  Wesley,  1767. 
II.— AFFLICTIONS. 


Psalm  91.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade ; 
In  his  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed : 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 
Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare ; 
GOO 


981 


AFFLICTIONS. 

Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

From  the  sword,  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight,  blasting, 

God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 

When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 
Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 

Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low 

Since,  with  pure  and  warm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  Ins  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above  ; 
Thou  shalt  call  on  him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  he  will  save ; 
Here,  for  grief,  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
"Always  with  us."  8s  &  7a. 

1  "  Always  with  us,  always  with  us : "  — 

Words  of  cheer  and  words  of  love ; 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers, 

From  his  dwelling-place  above. 
With  us,  when  we  toil  in  sadness, 

Sowing  much  and  reaping  none ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 

Golden  harvests  shall  be  won  : 

2  With  us,  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 

O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms, 

Stilling  every  anxious  fear  : 
With  us,  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream ; 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory, 

With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 

Edwin  H.  Nevin,  1853. 
601 


TRIBULATION. 


982. 
i 


Onward  and  upward.  8s  &  7s. 

Take,  my  soul !  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear  : 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine  : 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee ! 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 
2  Haste,  then,  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ! 
Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1829. 


983. 


Pilgrimage.  gs  &  ^ 

1  Gently,  Lord !  Oh  !  gently  lead  us 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou  'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1831. 
602 


AFFLICTIONS. 


984 


985 


A  funeral  Hymn.  Ss  &  7a, 

1  In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

Compassed  round  with  many  a  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 

Hope  that  can  exclude  despair. 

2  Thee;  triumphant  God  and  Saviour  ! 

In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see, 
Oh  !  assist  each  faint  endeavor, 
Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 

3  Place  that  awful  scene,  before  us, 

Of  the  last  tremendous  day, 
When  to  life  thou  shalt  restore  us ;  — 

Lingering  ages  !  haste  away. 
i  Then  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

Incorruption  shall  put  on  : 
Life-renewing,  glorious  Saviour ! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 

Mrs.  Judith  [Cou:j?cr]  Modem,  17C3. 


Sorrow  turned  to  Joy.  8s,  7:;  «t  i, 

1  O  my  soul !  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

"Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turned  to  gladness, 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  saith,  he  '11  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin : 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee ; 
Soon  he  '11  bring  thee  home  to  God ; 

Therefore  praise  him,  — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
G03 


TRIBULATION. 

4  Oh !  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  hosts  above, 
Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  Ins  love ! 

Happy  songsters ! 
"When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 
vOUi  The  Disconsolate  comforted.  lis  &  10s. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate !  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come  to  the  mercy -seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts ;  here  tell  your 
anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure,  — 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying, — ■ 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  life  ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in  love  : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared ;  come,  ever  knowing, — 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  but  heaven  can  remove. 

vs.  1,  2,  by  Thomas  Moore,  1816. 
v.  3,  by  Thomas  Hastings. 

t/O  (  •  All  in  Christ.  lis. 

1  Come,  Jesus,  Redeemer !  abide  thou  with  me ; 
Come,  gladden  my  spirit  that  waiteth  for  thee ; 
Thy  smile  every  shadow  shall  chase  from  my  heart, 
And  soothe  every  sorrow,  though  keen  be  the  smart. 

2  Without  thee  but  weakness,  with  thee  I  am  strong; 
By  day  thou  shalt  lead  me,  by  night  be  my  song  ; 
Though  dangers  surround  me,  I  still  every  fear, 
Since  thou,  the  Most  Mighty,  my  Helper,  art  near. 

3  Thy  love,  Oh  !  how  faithful !  so  tender,  so  pure  ! 
Thy  promise,  faith's  anchor,  how  steadfast  and  sure  ! 
That  love,  like  sweet  sunshine,  my  cold  heart  can 

warm, 
That  promise  make  steady  my  soul  in  the  storm. 
604 


AFFLICTIONS. 

4  Breathe,  breathe  on  my  spirit,  oft  ruffled,  thy  peace; 
From  restless. vain  wishes,  bid  thou  my  heart  cease  ; 
In  thee  all  its  longings  henceforward  shall  end, 
Till,  glad,  to  thy  presence  my  soul  shall  ascend. 

5  Oh !  then,  blessed  Jesus  !  who  once  for  me  died, 
Made  clean  in  the  fountain  that  gushed  from  thy  side, 
I  shall  see  thy  full  glory,  thy  face  shall  behold, 
And  praise  thee  for  ever  with  raptures  untold. 

Ray  Palmer,  1865. 
JOO.  Psalm  23.  lis. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  no  want  shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  green  pastures  ;  safe-folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores    me  when  wandering,  redeems  when 
oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  though  I 

stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay  ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction,  my  table  is  spread  ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er; 
"With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ;  — 
Oh  !  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God  ! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above  ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy  kingdom 
of  love. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
«70*7»  Faint,  yet  pursuing.  11a 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  his  word  is  our  stay ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear  ? 
C05 


TRIBULATION. 


2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint ; 

The   weak,   and   oppressed  —  he   will  hear  their 

complaint ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ? — our  help  is  in  God  ! 

3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps  he  leads ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he  feeds ! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 

And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from  the 

snares.  riiiu 

[light ; 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God  is  our 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is  our  might; 
So,  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our  home ! 

Anon.,  185—. 
*/e/U.  The  Promises  of  Christ.  lis. 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord ! 
Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  Oh  !  be  not  dismayed ; 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid : 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand,  [stand, 

3  When,  through  the  deep  waters,  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  trouble  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine ; 

5  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love: 
And,  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

GOG 


AFFLICTION. 

6  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
1 11  never, —  no,  never,  —  no,  never  forsake." 

K ,  1787. 

•  /*/JL»  The  Home  above.  lis. 

1  My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials  appear? 
Be  hushed,  my  dark  spirit!  the  worst  that  can  come 
But  shortens  thy  journey,  and  hastens  thee  home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss, 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this  ; 
I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 

Till  I  lind  them,  O  Lord !  in  thy  sheltering  breast. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1833. 

•  '*/w.  3fourning  an  absent  Saviour.  lis  &  10s. 

1  O  Tnou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  Comfort  by  day,  and  my  Song  in  the  night, 
My  Hope,  my  Salvation,  my  All ! 

2  Where  dost  thou,  at  noontide,  resort  with  thy  sheep 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

3  Oh  !  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  The  joy  of  thy  presence,  dear  Shepherd!  restore; 

I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face ; 
An  alien  no  longer,  I  '11  wander  no  more, 
But  dwell  in  my  Saviour's  embrace. 

AnOU.,  181G. 

*J*JO*  Comfort  restored.  lis  &  10a. 

1  Ye  daughters  of  Zion !  declare,  have  you  seen 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

607 


TRIBULATION. 

Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone? 

2  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

3  The  voice  of  my  Shepherd  saluteth  mine  ear, 

It  fills  me  with  sweetest  delight ; 
His  presence  dispels  all  my  sorrow  and  fear, 
And  puts  my  distresses  to  flight. 

Anon.,  1816. 
«/t/4:.  Coming  to  Christ  for  Rest.  lis  &  10s.  P. 

1  Come  unto  me,  when  shadows  darkly  gather, 

When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  distressed, 

Seeking  for  comfort  from  your  heavenly  Father ; 

Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest :  — 

2  Ye,  who  have  mourned,  when  the  spring  flowers  were 

taken, 
When  the  ripe  fruit  fell  richly  to  the  ground, 
When  the  loved  slept,  in  brighter  homes  to  waken, 
Where  their   pale  brows   with   spirit   wreaths 

are  crowned. 

3  Large  are  the  mansions  in  thy  Father's  dwelling, 

Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never  dim ; 
Sweet  are  the  harps  in  holy  music  swelling, 

Soft  are  the  tones  which  raise  the  heavenly  hymn. 

4  There,  like  an  Eden  blossoming  in  gladness, 

Bloom  the  fair  flowers  the  earth  too  rudely  pressed, 
Come  unto  me,  all  ye  who  droop  in  sadness, 
Come  unto  me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest ! 

Anon.,   1854. 
nJ  «7  *J  »  Yearning  for  divine  Peace.  lis  &  10s.  P 

1  Fatiier  !  in  thy  mysterious  presence  kneeling, 
Fain  would  our  souls  feel  all  thy  kindling  love ; 
For  we  are  weak,  and  need  some  deep  revealing 
Of  trust,  and  strength,  and  calmness  from  above. 
608 


AFFLICTIONS. 

Lord  !  we  have  wandered  forth  through  doubt  and 
sorrow, 
And  thou  hast  made  each  step  an  onward  one  ; 

And  we  will  ever  trust  each  unknown  morrow  ; 
Thou  wilt  sustain  us  till  its  work  is  done. 

In  the  heart's  depths,  a  peace  serene  and  holy- 
Abides  ;  and,  when  pain  seems  to  have  her  will, 

Or  we  despair,  Oh  !  may  that  peace  rise  slowly, 
Stronger  than  agony,  and  we  be  still. 

Now,  Father !  now  in  thy  dear  presence  kneeling, 
Our  spirits  yearn  to  feel  thy  kindling  love ; 

Now  make  us  strong ;  we  need  thy  deep  revealing 
Of  trust,  and  strength,  and  calmness  from  above. 

S.  Johnson. 


996. 


997 


Psalm  27.  7s  &  6s. 

1  God  is  my  strong  salvation  ; 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 

My  Light,  my  Help  is  near : 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance ; 

My  soul !  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 

When  faint  and  desolate  ; 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love  thy  joy  increase  ; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen ; 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
•  Joy  and  Peace  in  believing.  7a  &  6a. 

1  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian,  while  he  sings ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 
With  healing  in  his  wings ; 

39  609 


998. 


TRIBULATION. 

When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new : 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 
It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  through ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 
Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For  while  in 'him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

John  Newton,  1779. 


God's  Faithfulness. 

1  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  his  word ; 

Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  eternal  faithfulness. 

2  He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand, 
He  enables  thee  to  stand  ; 

Those,  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 
610 


AFFLICTIONS. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 
God's  free  grace  shall  not  decay  ; 
He  hath  promised  to  fulfill 

All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

4  Jesus  !  Guardian  of  thy  flock, 
Be  thyself  our  constant  Rock  ; 
Make  us,  by  thy  powerful  hand, 
Strong  as  Sion's  mountain  stand. 

Botoland  Hill,  1733. 


999. 


TTie  sympathizing  Son  of  Mary. 

1  "When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erriow. 
"When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear. 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn  ; 
Thou  our  mortal  griefe  hast  borne  ; 

Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

3  When  the  sullen  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near. 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

4  Thou  has  bowed  the  dying  head  ; 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed  ; 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  !   hear. 

5  WTien  the  heart  is  sad  within, 
"With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin  ; 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  far, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

C  Thou,  the  shame,  the  ;  \t  known, 

Though  the  sin-  were  nol  thine  own  : 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear: 
Gracious  Sun  of  Mary  !  h< 

H 

Gil 


TBIBULAT10H. 

lUUU.  aii  vtffldent  Cftaee.  7a. 

1  Wait,  my  soul  !  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  (loc, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, — 

"  As  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  si  ill  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace; 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  mayest  see  ; 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, — 

"As  thy  <iays  thy  Strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  agesl  I  'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise,  full  and  free, 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure, — 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 
William  V.  Lloyd,  1835. 

lUUl.  The  Christian  Soldiet  cheered.  7a, 

1  Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christians!  onward  go  ; 
Fight  the  fight;  and,  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christians  !  onward  go  ; 
Join  the  war,  and  face  flic  foe  ; 
Faint  not;  —  much  doth  yet  remain  ; 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

3  Shrink  not,  Christians  !  will  ye  yield  ? 
Will  ye  quit  the  painful  field  ? 

Will  ye  flee  in  danger's  hour  ? 
Know  ye  not  your  Captain's  power? 

4.  Let  your  drooping  hi  arts  !»•  glad  ; 
March,  in  heavenly  annul-  clad  ; 

Fight,  nor  think  tin;  bailie  long; 
Victory  soon  shall  Mine  your  song. 
CI2 


a  i  i  UOTXOVB. 

5  Lei  do!  Borrow  dim  your  eye  j 
Soon  BhaH  every  (car  be  dry  ; 
Lei  no!  woe  your  eour  e  impede  ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

G  Onward,  then  ;  to  battle  move  ; 
More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers !  onward  ^ro. 

Bint  10  linen,  Benry  KMu  R  kite,  1806 
Completed  by  Fanny  Fuller  Maitland, 

J  \J\J  JLm  Thr    I  fled. 

1  'T  is  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cro 

Bat  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  i:\vry  loss. 

2  Trials  mu  I  and  will  befall ; 

But,  with  humble  faith,  to  set; 

Loi  6  in  Cribed  upon  them  all, 

This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

a  ttl  am  Cowp  r,  1772. 


1003 


Strength  for  uu  Faint.  in. 

1  Paint  not,  Christian  !  though  the  road. 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 

Dai!. nme  be,  and  dangerous  too, 

Christ,  thy  Guide,  will  bring  thee  througlu 

2  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  in 
Satan  would  thy  i  oul  enga 
Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 

3  Paint  not,  Cbristianl  though  the  world 
I  [as  ii !  hostile  flag  unfurled  ; 

1  [old  the  cross  of  J< 
Thou  i  halt  overcome  al  I 
61  I 


TRIBULATION. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  within 
There  's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin  ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all ; 

He  '11  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

5  Faint  not,  Christian  !   Christ  is  near  ; 
Soon  in  glory  he  '11  appear  ; 

And  his  love  will  then  bestow 
Vict'ry  over  every  foe. 

Anon.,  1833. 


1004 


Looking  to  Jcvi*.  6s  &  4a 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh  !  let  me,  from  this  day, 

Be  wholly  thine ! 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart; 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh  !  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire ! 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  Guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transienl  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  in  love, 
Gil 


AFFLICTIONS. 

Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  sate  above, 
A  ransomed  soul ! 

Fmij  Palmer,  1830. 
1 U I/O .  Jesus,  A 11  in  All.  6a  it  4a. 

1  Jesus  !  thy  name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Oh  !  thou  art  all  to  me ; 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God ! 
Hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Oh  !  how  great  is  thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above,  — 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear  ? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care  ? 
Since  thou  art  ever  near, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

4  Soon  thou  wilt  come  again ; 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Then  thine  own  face  I  '11  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

Anon.,  1853, 
J.  U  \J  U  •  "  Mem  Jesu  .'  wie  Du  willst !  "  6s. 

1  My  Jesus  !  as  thou  wilt ! 

Oh  !  may  thy  will  be  mine  ; 

615 


1007 


TBIBULATION. 

Into  thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign  ; 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, — 

My  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  My  Jesus  !  as  thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear  : 
Since  thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  thee, 

My  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done ! 

3  My  Jesus !  as  thou  wilt ! 

If  loved  oues  must  depart, 
Suffer  not  sorrow's  flood 

To  overwhelm  my  heart ; 
For  they  are  blest  with  thee ; 

Their  race  and  conflict  won  ; 
Let  me  but  follow  them ; 

My  Lord  !  thy  will  be  done  ! 

4  My  Jesus  !  as  thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  thee  : 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, — 

My  Lord !  thy  will  be  done  ! 

Ger.,  Benjamin  Schmolke,  1716. 
Tr.,  Jane  Lorthwick,  1854. 

•  Thy  Way,  not  mine, 

1  Tnr  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord! 
However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand ; 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me ; 

61G 


■ 


AFFLICTIONS. 

I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God  ! 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health ; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth  : 
Not  mine, — not  mine, — the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 

My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

Horatius  Bor.ar,  1S57. 


1008. 


Casting  all  Care  on  God.  C.  P.  U 

1  O  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be, 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel,  at  heart,  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best ! 

2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
Ever  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden,  wild  alarms  ! 
Oh  !  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  thine  almighty  arms  !  — 

3  Could  we  but  kneel,  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise,  with  lightened  cheer, 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

"Will  hear,  in  that  we  fear ! 

4  Lord  !  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
617 


TRIBULATION. 

And  taste,  before  him  lying  still, 
E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

Joseph  Anstice,  1836. 
1  \J\J  J .  Resignation.  C.  P.  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  in  sorrow  I  resign 

My  soul  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, 

Without  reserve  or  fear  ; 
That  hand  shall  wipe  my  streaming  eyes, 
Or,  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise, 

Transform  the  falling  tear. 

2  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love  ; 
On  earth  beneath/  in  heaven  above, 

I  have  no  other  store : 
And  though,  with  fervent  suit  I  pray 
And  importune  thee,  night  and  day, 

I  ask  thee  nothing  more. 

Fr.,  Mme.  de  la  M.  Guyon,  1710. 
-&  f\~i  A  '^r•'    William  Goviper,  1782,  a, 

lvll/i  Looking  unto  Jesus.  0.  F.  M. 

1  Children  of  light !  arise  and  shine  ; 
Your  birth,  your  hopes,  are  all  divine, 

Your  home  is  in  the  skies  : 
Oh !  then,  for  heavenly  glory  born, 
Look  down  on  all,  with  holy  scorn, 

That  earthly  spirits  prize. 

2  O  blessed  Lord !  we  yet  shall  reign, 
Redeemed  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  pain, 

And  walk  with  thee  in  white : 
We  suffer  now ;  but,  Oh  !  at  last 
We'll  bless  thee,  Lord !  for  all  the  past, 

And  own  our  cross  was  light. 

Edward  Denny,  1839. 
X\J  A  A  •  Patient  in  Tribulation.  C.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
In  trial's  fearful  hour,  — 
Bow,  all-resigned,  beneath  his  rod, 
And  bless  his  sparing  power,  — 
618 


AFFLICTIONS. 

A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress,  — 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh  !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  sorrows  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege ;  and  sweet 

The  energies  of  prayer, 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
If  Christ  be  nigh,  and  smile  on  me. 

3  Then,  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave ; 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  ; 
Blessed  be  he,  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Whom  heaven  adores,  and  death  obeys. 

Josiah  Conder,  1836. 
1 U  U .  Psalm  116.  C.  J*  M. 

1  I  love  the  Lord,  whose  gracious  ear 

Was  open  to  my  cry ; 
He  bade  me,  in  the  time  of  fear, 

Upon  his  grace  rely  : 
Long  as  I  live  I'll  trust  his  rare, 
To  him  address  my  fervent  prayer. 

2  Death's  sorrows  had  encompassed  me, 

I  felt  the  pains  of  hell ; 
On  every  side  was  misery, 

My  woes  no  tongue  could  tell : 
Then  I  broke  forth,  without  control, 
"  Lord  !  I  beseech  thee,  save  my  soul !  " 

3  Tender  and  gracious  is  his  name  ; 

Our  God  is  ever  kind ; 
The  meek  shall  his  protection  claim, 

The  humble,  mercy  find  : 
Unto  thy  rest,  my  soul !  return, 
The  bounties  of  thy  God  discern. 

4  The  Lord  hath  kept  my  soul  from  death, 

Preserved  mine  eyes  from  tears, 
G19 


TRIBULATION. 

My  feet  from  falling,  where  beneath 
Were  spread  the  fowler's  snares ; 
Living,  I  '11  walk  before  the  Lord ; 
His  name  for  ever  be  adored.  • 

Thomas  Hastings,  1836. 
1 U  I  oj  •  Divine  Sympathy.  C-  L.  M. 

1  Lord  of  my  life  !  whose  tender  care 

Hath  led  me  on  till  now, 
Here  lowly,  at  the  hour  of  prayer, 

Before  thy  throne  I  bow  ; 
I  bless  thy  gracious  hand,  and  pray 
Forgiveness  for  another  day. 

2  Oil !  may  I  daily,  hourly,  strive 

In  heavenly  grace  to  grow ; 
To  thee  and  to  thy  glory  live, 

Dead  to  all  else  below ;  — 
Tread  in  the  path  my  Saviour  trod, 
Though  thorny,  yet  the  path  to  God. 

3  With  prayer,  my  humble  praise  I  bring, 

For  mercies  day  by  day ; 
Lord  !  teach  my  heart  thy  love  to  sing, 

Lord  !  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 
All  that  I  have,  I  am,  to  thee 
I  offer,  through  eternity  ! 

•'  Q  Chelsea,"  1833. 
J  U  1  4.  Psaxm  103.  S.  M. 

1  My  soul !  repeat  his  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 

And,  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 
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AFFLICTIONS. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  Ms  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

Imclc  Watts,  1710. 
Ivl»).  Psalm  103.  .  S.  M. 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweeps  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
I'M'),  Psalm  73.  S.  M. 

1  Sure,  there 's  a  righteous  God, 

Xor  is  religion  vain. 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complaiu. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
Wliile  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honor  shine. 
62i 


TKIBULATION. 

3  The  tumults  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought, 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

4  Thy  word,  with  light  and  power, 

Did  my  mistakes  ameud ; 
I  viewed  the  sinners'  life  before, 
But  here  I  learned  their  end. 

5  On  what  a  slippery  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go ! 
And  Oh  !  that  dreadful  tiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

G  Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 

I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
I  V 1 7  •  Psaxm  61.  S.  M. 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh  !  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That 's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings, 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord  ! 

For  ever  I  '11  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  Tower  of  my  defence, 
The  Refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givust  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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AFFLICTIONS. 
1  U  1 0  .  God's  Hand  in  Sorrow.  8.  M. 

1  It  is  thy  hand,  my  God  ! 

My  sorrow  comes  from  thee ; 
I  bow  beneath  thy  chastening  rod, 
'  T  is  love  that  bruises  me. 

2  I  would  not  murmur,  Lord  ! 

Before  thee  I  am  dumb  ; 
Lest  I  should  breathe  one  rnurniring  word 
To  thee  for  help  I  come. 

3  My  God  !  thy  name  is  Love  ; 

A  Father's  hand  is  thine ; 
With  tearful  eyes  I  look  above, 
And  cry,  <;  Thy  will  be  mine  ! " 

4  I  know  thy  will  is  right. 

Though  it  may  seem  severe  ; 

Thy  path  is  still  unsullied  light, 

Though  dark  it  may  appear. 

5  Jesus  for  me  hath  died  ; 

Thy  Son  thou  didst  not  spare  ; 
His  pierced  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 
Thy  love  for  me  declare. 

6  Here  my  poor  heart  can  rest ; 

My  God  !  it  cleaves  to  thee : 
Thy  will  is  love  ;  thine  end  is  blest ; 
All  work  for  good  to  me. 

James  George  Deck,  1843. 
1 U  J  tJ  •  Psalm  125.  S.  M. 

1  Firm  and  unmoved  are  they, 

That  rest  their  souls  on  God  ;  — 
Firm,  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 

The  city's  sacred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  sajnts  around. 
623 


TRIBULATION. 


3  What,  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chastising  stroke  ? 
5Tet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord  !  with  those, 

"Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whose  hope,  and  love,  and  every  grace 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
\.\jJi\)»  Burdens  cast  on  God,  S.  M. 

1  How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are ! — 
"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care." 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand,  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Down  to  the  present  day : 
I  '11  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  his  song  away. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
1U  L  1  .  "Befiehl  du  deine  Wege."  S.  M. 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands. 

2  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

624 


AFFLICTIONS. 

3  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

4  "What,  though  thou  rulest  not  ? 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim, — God  sitteth  on  the  throne, 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway 

To  choose,  and  to  command  ; 
So  shalt  thou  wondering  own,  his  way 
How  wise,  how  strong  his  hand  ! 

Ger.,  Paul  Gcrhardt,  1C66. 
Tr.,  John  Wesley,  1739. 

1  \jIdL  •  The  Cross  and  Crown.  S.  M. 

1  Oh  !  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord !  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them,  in  faith,  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 

5  Enough,  if  thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 

Henri/  W.  Baker,  1SG2. 
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1023 


1024 


TRIBULATION. 
Importunity,  S.  M. 

1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint. 

Invites  us,  all  our  grief  to  tell, 

To  pray  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear, — 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and,  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

John  Newton,  1779,  a. 
Jesus,  the  Mourner's  All.  S.  M. 

1  Tnou  very  present  Aid 

In  suffering  and  distress ! 
The  soul,  which  still  on  thee  is  stayed, 
Is  kept  in  perfect  peace. 

2  The  soul,  by  fa'ith  reclined 

On  the  Redeemer's  breast, 
Midst  raging  storms,  exults  to  find 
An  everlasting  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  fear  are  gone, 

Whene'er  thy  face  appears  ; 
It  stills  the  sighing  orphan's  moan, 
And  dries  the  widow's  tears. 

4  It  hallows  every  cross  ; 

It  sweetly  comforts  me ; 
And  makes  me  now  forget  my  loss, 
And  lose  myself  in  thee. 

C2G 


1025. 


AFFLICTIONS. 

Jesus,  to  whom  I  fly, 

Doth  all  my  wishes  fill ; 
In  vain  the  creature  streams  are  dry  ; 

I  have  the  Fountain  still. 
Stripped  of  my  earthly  friends, 

I  find  them  all  in  One, 
And  peace,  and  joy  that  never  ends, 

And  heaven,  in  Christ  alone. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 


1026 


Trusting  aV.  with  God.  S.  M. 

1  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand  : " 

My  God  !  I  wish  them  there  ; 
My  life,  my  soul,  my  all,  I  leave 
Entirely  to  thy  care. 

2  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand," 

Whatever  they  may  be  ; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  thee. 

3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;  "  — 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 
My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand ;  " 

I  "11  always  trust  in  thee  ; 
Till  I  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  all  thy  glory  see. 

Win.  Freeman  Lloyd,  1835. 


ation.  C.  M. 

1  Father!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  hand  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  u  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  thee. 
627 


TRIBULATION. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope,  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  path  of  life  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  bless  its  happy  end." 

Anne  Steele,  1760- 
JlKJjU  I  •  Hope  in  Affliction.  C.  M. 

1  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
How  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain ! 

2  'T  is  not,  that  murm'ring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'T  is  not,  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still ;  — 

3  It  is,  that  heaven-taught  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle-plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  It  is,  that  hope  with  ardor  glows 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
"Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 

5  It  is,  that  harassed  conscience  feels 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin  ; 
Sees,  though  afar,  the  hand,  that  heals, 
And  ends  her  war  within. 

6  Oh  !  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight, 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 

Gerard  T.  Noel,  1812. 
IUaO.  Psalm  39.  CM. 

1  God  of  my  life  !  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ! 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
628 


AFFLICTIONS. 

2  Diseases  are  thy  servants.  Lord  ! 

Tiiey  come  at  thy  command  ; 

I  '11  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 

Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries,  — 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  ; 
3Iv  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  I  'm  a  sojourner  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 

5  But.  if  my  life  be  spared  awhile, 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I  '11  declare  thy  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
X  U  JL  »)  •  Submission.  C.  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  my  best  desire  fulfill, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No  !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'T  is  better  still  to  want. 
629 


TRIBULATION. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way  ; 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth  ! 

6  But,  ah  !  my  inmost  spirit  cries,  — 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud,  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

William  Cowpcr,  1772. 
1 U  * 3 1/ .  Resignation.  C.  M. 

1  My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 

Great  God  !  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  chief  enjoyments  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  O  Lord !  shouldst  thou  withhold  them  all, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine ; 
Before  they  were  by  me  possessed, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 

If  all  the  world  were  gone, 
But  seek  substantial  happiness, 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

Benjamin  Bcddome,  1778. 
X  \J*J  1  •  Submission  to  Affliction.  C.  M. 

1  Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'T  is  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  —  blessed  be  his  name: — 
lie  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

G30 


AFFLICTIONS. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  !  then ; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent,  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we  '11  adore  the  justice  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
lvOZi  Consolations  in  Illness.  CM. 

1  Wsks  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'T  'is  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  flesh, 

And  long  to  fly  away  ; 
Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 

"Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

2  Sweet  to  reflect,  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid ; 
Sweet  to  remember,  that  his  blood 

My  debt  of  sufferings  paid  ; 
Sweet  on  his  righteousness  to  stand, 

Which  saves  from  second  death  ; 
Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 

His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

3  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 

And  know  no  will  but  his  : 
If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

What  must  the  Fountain  be, 
TVnere  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 

Immediately  from  thee  ? 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1778. 
lUOtJ.  Rest  in  the  divine  Will.  C.  M. 

1  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

G31 


TRIBULATION. 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled ! 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruliug  hand  I  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee : 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  the  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will : 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 

That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Helen  Maria  Williams,  1786. 
.1  V/Dt»  Refuge  and  Strength  in  God.  C.  M. 

1  My  God  !  't  is  to  thy  mercy -seat, 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  ; 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat, 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  thou,  my  God !  art  near ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord ! 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
And  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart. 
G32 


AFFLICTIONS. 

4  Ob !  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
XUOO.  Refuge  only  in  GocCs  Grace.  C.  M. 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise,  — 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee,  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But,  Oh !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf,  when  I  complain  ? 

5  No  ;  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer  ; 
Oh  !  may  I  ever  iind  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there  ! 

6  Thy  mercy -seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

Anne  Steele,  17C0. 
lUOUi  Filial  Submission.  CM. 

1  And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 
To  say,  —  "  My  Father,  God !  " 
Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 
G33 


TKIBULATION. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise ; 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  "  My  Father !  "  Oh  !  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Anne  Steele,  17G0. 
lUOl.  Psalm  27. 

1  Soon  as  I  heard  my  father  say, — 

'•  Ye  children  !  seek  my  grace ;  " 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, — 
"  I  '11  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life !  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed. 

To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief; 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

o  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints  ! 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He  '11  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719, 
634 


CM. 


AFFLICTIONS. 
X  Ut)0  o  Suppcrrt  in  GocCs  Covenant.  C.  Bt 

1  My  God !  the  covenant  of  thy  love 

Abides  for  ever  sure  ; 
And,  in  its  matchless  grace,  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  What  though  my  house  be  not  with  thee, 

As  nature  could  desire  ! 
To  nobler  joys,  than  nature  gives, 
Thy  servants  all  aspire. 

3  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become  ; 
Jesus,  my  Guardian,  and  my  Friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home  ;  — 

4  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love  ; 
And,  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

Philip  Doddrid'jr,  1740. 
1  UOJ.  T.salm  49.  C.  If 

1  I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 

He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry  ; 

He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay. 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue. 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn,  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
Go  5 


TRIBULATION. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love ! 
Thy  mercies,  Lord  !  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough, 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

Isaao  Watts,  1719. 
lU:i:U»  "  Remember  me."  C.  M. 

1  O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows ! 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  When,  groaning,  on  my  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me ! 

4  The  hour  is  near  —  consigned  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree ; 
Saviour  !  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I  '11  cry  —  "  Remember  me ! " 

Thomas  Hawelt,  1712. 
1  Ut  1  •  The  Believer's  Portion.  C.  M 

1  If  Christ  is  mine,  then  all  is  mine, 

And  more  than  angels  know  ; 
Both  present  things  and  things  to  come, 
And  grace  and  glory  too. 

2  If  he  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 
He  will  support  my  feeble  frame, 
And  all  their  power  repel. 

o  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 

And  earthly  comforts  ilee: 

lie,  the  Dispenser  of  all  good, 

Is  more  than  these  to  me. 

GOG 


AFFLICTIONS. 

4  If  he  is  mine,  I  '11  fearless  pass 

Through  death's  tremendous  vale ; 
He  '11  be  my  comfort  and  my  stay, 
When  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

5  Let  Jesus  tell  me,  he  is  mine ; 

I  nothing  want  beside : 
My  soul  shall  at  the  Fountain  live, 
When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

Benjamin  Btddomc,  1776. 
104J.  Psalm  SI.  CM. 

1  There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place, 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Oh !  be  that  refuge  mine ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm ; 

And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

May  hate,  but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures,  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
O  child  of  God !  O  glory's  heir ! 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 

5  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

Henry  Francis  Lyle,  1834. 
1  Utr»J  ,  Light  shining  out  of  Dm-'  0.  M. 

1   God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
Aiid  rides  upon  the  storm. 
637 


TRIBULATION. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints !  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds,  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace-; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cuwpcr,  1772. 
lvTT'  Chastening  in  Love.  C.  M. 

1  0  thotj,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way ! 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say, — 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  Oh  !  grant  me,  to  desire  the  pain, 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
More  than  the  world's  supremest  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  ; 
The  very  hand,  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wouuded  once  for  me. 

James  EdmesUm,  1S20. 
638 


AFFLICTIONS. 
1Ut»).  "  We  in,-,w  in  part"  C.  M. 

1  Thy  way.  O  God !  is  in  the  sea, 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace  ; 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  'T  is  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will ; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  sight ; 
AY  hen  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal, 
In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 

3  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense 

My  captive  soul  surround, 
Mysterious  deeps  of  providence 
My  wondering  thoughts  confound. 

4  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love ; 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

5  With  rapture  I  shall  soon  survey 

Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  an  everlasting  day 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

John  Fawcett,  1782. 
IUtDi  Confidence  in  Go >d 's  Government.  CM. 

1  Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys, 
Oh  !  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ? 

2  Good,  when  he  gives — supremely  good ; 

Xor  less,  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 
To  his  unerring  gracious  will, 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

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T1UBULATI0N. 


4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 
My  God  !  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb ! 

James  Hervey,  1745,  a. 
XUt<  •  Strength  from  Heaven.  CM. 

1  "Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise? 

And  where 's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Have  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  Name 

That  formed  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease ; 
But  we,  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
lUiOi  Fears  removed.  CM. 

1  Ye  trembling  souls !  dismiss  your  fears ; 

Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ;  — 
Mercy,  which,  like  a  river,  flows 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell : 

God  will  those  powers  restrain  ; 
His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

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AFFLICTIONS. 

Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good  ; 

For  his  he  will  provide  ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 

And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 
Or  leave  his  work  undone ; 

He  's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Or  death's  tremendous  sting ; 

He  will  from  eudless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1780. 


1049 


Psalm  31.  C.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  Father  !  —  blissful  name ! 

Oh  !  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I,  with  sweet  assurance,  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly : 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  YThate'er  thy  providence  denies, 

I  calmly  would  resign  ; 
For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise  ; 
Oh !  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh  !  give  me  strength  to  bear  ; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  Ins  tender  care. 

ij  If  pain  and  sickness  rend  this  frame, 
And  life  almost  depart, 
Is  not  thy  mercy  still  the  same, 
To  cheer  my  drooping  heart  ? 

41  641 


TRIBULATION. 

6  My  God,  my  Father  !  be  thy  name 
My  solace  and  my  stay  ; 
Oh  !  wilt  thou  seal  my  humble  claim, 
And  drive  my  fears  away  ? 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
X\/«JU»  Watchfulness  and  Prayer.  C.  M. 

1  Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  Oh  !  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance  —  ah !  how  vain  ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  O  gracious  God !  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Oh !  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
1UO  J  •  Comfort  for  the  Mourner.  C.  M 

1  O  thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear ! 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he,  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh !  who  would  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting,  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 
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AFFLICTIONS. 

4  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
"We  never  saw  by  day. 

Thomas  Moore,  181G. 
LxJOZ.  Holy  Fortitude.  CM. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  Ins  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ? 
"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  "When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

Isaac  Watts,  1723. 
*5  •  The  Presence  of  God  in  Affliction.  C.  M. 

1  Thy  gracious  presence,  O  my  God  ! 
My  every  wish  contains  ; 
With  this,  beneath  affliction's  load, 
My  heart  no  more  complains. 

C43 


105? 


TKIBULATION. 

2  This  can  my  every  care  control, 

Gild  each  dark  scene  with  light ; 
This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul ; 
Without  it,  all  is  night. 

3  My  Lord,  my  Life  !  Oh  !  cheer  my  heart, 

With  thy  reviving  ray  ; 
And  bid  these  mournful  shades  depart, 
And  bring  the  dawn  of  day. 

4  Oh !  happy  scenes  of  pure  delight, 

Where  thy  full  beams  impart 
Unclouded  beauty  to  the  sight, 
And  rapture  to  the  heart ! 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
10o4.  The  Peace  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God ! 

Deep  as  the  soundless  sea, 
Which  falls  like  sunshine  on  the  road 
Of  those  who  trust  in  thee  ;  — 

2  That  peace  which  suffers  and  is  strong, 

Trusts  where  it  cannot  see, 
Deems  not  the  trial  way  too  long, 
But  leaves  the  end  with  thee  ;  — 

3  That  peace  which  flows  serene  and  deep, 

A  river  in  the  soul, 
Whose  banks  a  living  verdure  keep  ;  — 
God's  sunshine  o'er  the  whole. 

4  Such,  Father!  give  our  hearts  such  peace, 

Whate'er  the  outward  be, 
Till  all  life's  discipline  shall  cease, 
And  we  go  home  to  thee. 

Anon.,  1862. 
lUOO.  The  Mercy-Seat.  L.  M. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 

From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 

There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ;  — 

'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

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AFFLICTIONS. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  Leads, — 
A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  time,  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat ! 

5  Oh  !  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat ! 

Hugh  Stowell,  1828. 
JLUOO.  air art,  our  Strength.  L.  M. 

1  Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day  ; " 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all  sufficient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  kind  hand  my  soul  sustains. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
W)0  I   •  Clinging  to  the  Saviour.  L.  M. 

1  0  Holy  Saviour.  Friend  unseen ! 
Since  on  thine  arm  thou  bid*st  me  lean, 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

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TRIBULATION. 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  I'll  ne'er  repine ; 
E'en  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  would  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

5  Far  from  my  home,  fatigued,  oppressed, 
Here  have  I  found  a  place  of  rest ; 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest, 

While  I  can  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

4  What,  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove  ? 
With  patient  uncomplaining  love 

Still  would  I  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

5  Oft,  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Some  barren  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love  in  gentlest  tone, 

Whispers,  "  Still  cling  to  me, — to  me." 

G  Though  faith  and  hope  may  long  be  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside  ; 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 
The  souls  that  cling  to  thee, — to  thee ! 

Charlotte  Elliot,  1334. 
lUOO.  "  Thy  Will  be  done."  L.  M. 

1  My  God  and  Father  !  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  in  life's  rough  way, 
Oh  !  teach  me,  from  my  heart,  to  say,  — 

"Thy  will  be  done, — thy  will  be  done!" 

2  What,  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh  ? 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply,  — 

"Thy  will  be  done, — thy  will  be  done!" 

3  If  thou  should' st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize,  —  it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine  :  — 

"Thy  will  be  done, — thy  will  be  done!" 

4  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blessed 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 

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AFFLICTIONS. 

My  God  !  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest ;  — 
-Thy  will  be  done  —  thy  will  be  done!" 

5  Renew  my  will,  from  day  to  day  ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  Bay, 

"Thy  will  be  done  —  thy  will  be  done!" 

G  Then,  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer,  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I  "11  sing  upon  a  happier  shore.  — 

'•Thy  will  be  done  —  thy  will  be  done!" 

Charlotte  Elliott,  1335. 


tU*3»/i  The  Darkness  of  Providence.  L.  XI 

1  Lord  !  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 

The  obscure  abyss  of  providence  ; 
Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Now  thou  arrayest  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile  : 
We.  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 

3  Dear  Father !  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  must  lean  upon  our  God ; 

Thine  arm  shall  bear  us  safely  through. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
lUuU.  A  Prayer-hearing  God.  L.  XI. 

1  God  of  my  life  !  to  thee  I  call ; 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 

"When  the  great  water-floods  prevail. 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint? 
"Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

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TRIBULATION. 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer  ; 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

5  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

William  Cowper,  1772. 
lUbl.  Psalm  46.  .  L.  M. 

1  God  is  the  Refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains,  from  their  seats  be  hurled, 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there  ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world ;  — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar,  — 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
"While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode :  — 

5  That  sacred  stream,  —  thy  holy  word, — 

That  all  our  raging  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

G  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
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AFFLICTIONS. 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
1U0^«  Strength  fjr  every  Trial.  L.  II 

1  Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep, 
It  chases  from  thine  eyelids  sleep  ? 
To  thy  Redeemer  take  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

2  Hast  thou  a  hope,  with  which  thy  heart 
AVould  almost  feel  it  death  to  part  ? 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown, 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lay  it  down. 

3  Hast  thou  a  friend,  whose  image  dear 
May  prove  an  idol  worshiped  here  ? 
Implore  the  Lord,  that  nought  may  be 
A  shade  between  himself  and  thee. 

4  "Whate'er  the  care  that  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er  the  wish  that  swells  thy  breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care, 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

Anon.,  1833. 
1UOO»  The  Wisdom  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  "Wait,  O  my  soul !  thy  Maker's  will ; 
Tumultuous  passions  !  all  be  still ; 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells ; 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  ; 
And,  though  his  footsteps  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven  and  earth,  in  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  wise  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 
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TRIBULATION. 

4  Then,  O  my  soul !  submissive  wait, 
With  reverence  bow  before  his  seat ; 
And,  midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Benjamin  Becldome,  1778. 
IUOt.  The  Sympathy  of  Jems.  L.  M. 

1  WriERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High  Priest  our  nature  wears, — 
The  Guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  Fellow- Sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeiing  of  our  pains ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
•The  Man  of  sorrows  hath  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

Michael  Bruce,  1745. 
10 1)5.  Psalm  91.  L.  M. 

1  He  that  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there,  at  night,  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say, — "  My  God !  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower ; 

I,  that  am  formed  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Satan,  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

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AFFLICTIONS. 

4  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 

God  is  thy  life  ;  his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 

5  If  vapors,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rise  thick  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  safe  ;  the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
LOfoO.  Psalm  36.  L.  M. 

1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  ! 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud, 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs! 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

5  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord ; 
Ajid,  in  thy  light,  our  souls  shall  see, 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
JLUO  i  *  Comfort  under  Affliction.  L.  M. 

1  When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
651 


TRIBULATION. 

He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptations  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  AVhen  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me,  for  a  little  while,  — 
Thou,  Saviour  !  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

4  And,  Oh !  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  thou  hast  died ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Robert  Grant,  1806. 
X\/UO»  A  sympathizing  Saviour.  L.  M. 

1  As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 

We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 
The  thought  how  comforting  and  sweet, 

Christ  trod  this  very  path  before ! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

2  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 

With  every  human  ill  but  sin  ; 
And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now  so  he  has  been : 
My  God,  my  Saviour !  look  on  me, 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 

James  Edmeston,  1847. 
652 


AFFLICTIONS. 
XUO*/»  Refuge  in  the  Sanctuary.  L.  M. 

1  Foirrn  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord  !  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Saviour !  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  ; 
"Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray  ; 
Turn  not,  O  Lord  !  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain  ; 
"Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tossed; 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  wre  lay  ; 

Turn  not,  O  Lord !  thy  guests  away. 

Reginald  Hebcr,  1820. 

IX.-SELF-EXAMINATION. 

lUf  (J.  Psalm  26.  L.  M. 

1  Judge  me,  0  Lord !  and  prove  my  ways 

And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays. 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit, 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongst  thy  saints  will  I  appear, 

With  hands  well  washed  in  innocence ; 
But,  wrhen  I  stand  before  thy  bar. 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord  !  — 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  joined  at  last 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  passed 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 
653 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 
AvI  1»  Religion  vain  without  Love.  L.  M. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  "Were  I  inspired  to  preach,  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
10  I  Z»  Psalm  139.  L.  M, 

1  Lord  !  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great  I 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

654 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

5  Oil !  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
11/  I  O.  The  Witness  of  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Sure,  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh ; 

'T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 

Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  ? 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

4  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust ; 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
My  Life,  my  Treasure,  and  my  Trust  ? 

5  And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say,  — 

I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord  !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

6  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 

Sweet  Earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
1 U  I  T  .  Self-Inspection.  L.  M. 

1  What  strange  perplexities  arise ! 
Ah  !  what  am  I  ?  —  my  spirit  cries  ; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice,  or  in  heart  appear  ? 
655 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

2  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  formed,  and  living  there  ? 
Say  ;  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

3  Searcher  of  hearts  !  Oh  !  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove  ;  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  conscience,  clear. 

4  May  I  at  that  blessed  world  arrive, 
Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live, 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

Samuel  Davies,  1769,  v.  1,  a. 
L\J  (  O.  Almost  a  Saint.  L.  M. 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrower  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 

2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," — 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul,  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new, 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain :  — 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
I  0  (  U .  Psalm  1.  L.  M. 

1  Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go ; 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

G5G 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 

Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  nourish  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  heaven  will  shine,  with  kindest  beams, 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 
So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
-I '  '  ^   •  •  The  Beatitudes.  L.  M. 

1  Blessed  are  the  humble  souls,  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blessed  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blessed  are  the  souls,  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness, 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

4  Blessed  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  do  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

5  Blessed  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With,  endless  pleasure,  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

6  Blessed  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife, 

42  657 


SELF  EXAMINATION. 

They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
1"  I  O.  Psalm  15.  L.  M. 

1  Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God  !  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean, 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  things  they  mean : 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wron^. 

3  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

4  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord  !  with  thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
lU  •  J.  Psalm  139.  C.  M. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord !  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they  're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

658 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

4  Oh!  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
TVithin  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  171U. 
lOoO.  Psalm  13?.  C.K. 

1  Lord  !  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 

T  escape  the  wrath  divine. 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

3  If.  winged  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

4  If.  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes,  that  guard  thy  law, 
\Vould  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

5  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Oh  !  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power, 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
1 UO  1  •  The  Searcher  of  Hearts.  C.  XL 

1   God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 
He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

659 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  thev  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies ; 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord !  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
lUuJ.  Psalm  1.  CM. 

1  Blest  is  the  man,  who  shuns  the  place 

Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat ; 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind, 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profession  shine, 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 
660 


SELF- EXAMINATION*. 


0  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Amongst  the  sons  of  grace. 
When  ( Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand, 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

Itaae  Wait*,  1707. 
1 ')'*%).  He  Contrite  H  rant.  CM. 

1  Tni:  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  comtrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  rne.  gracious  God!  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain, 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

'■>  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 
I  fain  would  strive  for  more ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  *My  strength  renew!" 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer; 

I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

5  Oh  !  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; — 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 

And.  if  it  be  not  broken,  break  ; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

William  Cowper,  1772 

IUOt.  the  WUntms  6/ (he  Spirit.  CM, 

1  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire  ; 

This  one  great  gift  impart, — 
What  most  L  need,  and  most  desire, 
An  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  witness,  I  am  born  again, 

My  many  sins  forgiven  ; 
Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain, 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heaven. 
CGI 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

8  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 
From  sin's  deceit  be  free, 
In  all  the  Christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 

Anon.,  1S25. 
lUoO.  The  Grace  of  Love.  C.  M. 

1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

AVhere  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  't  is  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear, 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love,  that  makes  our  cheerful  .feet 

In  swift  obedience  move ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace,  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease; 
'T  is  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
ll/OU.  The  Marks  of  true  Piety.  C.  M. 

1  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not,  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave, 

Do  they  perform  his  will, 
But,  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have, 
II is  sweet  commands  fulfill. 

3  They  find  access,  at  every  hour, 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 
GG2 


SELF-EXAMIXATION. 

4  0  happy  souls  !  0  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face. 

5  Lord  !  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne  ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong : 
Then  shall  I  say.  My  Father  God ! 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

Isaac  Watts,  1700. 
1  \JO  (  *  A  livbvj  and  a  dead  Faith.  C.  JL 

1  Mistaken  souls !  that  dream  of  heaven, 

And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  'T  is  faith,  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'T  is  faith,  that  works  by  love, 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'T  is  faith,  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 

By  a  celestial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

Isaac  Watts,  1703. 
1  uOQ  .  The  Character  of  the  Believer.  7s. 

1  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God ; 

They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  blood ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 
6G3 


SELF-EXAMINATION. 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace  ; 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace ; 

All  their  sins  are  washed  away  ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day  ; 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek  and  mild 
Holy,  humble,  undefiled  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, — 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, — 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

Joseph  Humphreys,  1743. 

lUO  J.  TSALM  15.  7S. 

1  Who,  O  Lord!  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest, 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He,  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warmed ; 
He,  whose  will,  to  thine  conformed, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run ; 

He,  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one: 

3  He,  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone, 
Not  in  aught  himself  hath  done:  — 
He,  great  God  !  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessings  share. 

Ja,mes  Merrick,  1765 ; 
Altered  by  Harriet  Auber,   1829. 
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SELF-EX  AMIXATION. 
±\)<J\J ,  Loveat  thou  we  t  7s. 

1  'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  \vor>e, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain. 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

5  Lord  !  decide  the  doubtful  case  ; 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  Sun ! 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

G  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

10  J  I.  PSAL3I  1.  8.  M 

1  The  man  is  ever  blest, 

Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways ; 

Among  their  councils  never  stands, 

Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place : 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Amidst  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 
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SELF-EXAMINATION. 

3  lie,  like  a  tree,  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live  ; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race  ; 

They  no  such  blessings  find  ; 
Their  hopes  shall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

X.-CHURCH   RELATIONS. 

I. — THE   CHUECH. 


1092 


109 


Psalm  4.8.  S.  M. 

1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  In  Zion  God  is  known, — 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

3  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

i  In  every  new  distress, 

We  '11  to  his  house  repair ; 
We  '11  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
O 
O,  Psalm  43.  S.  M. 

L  Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord !  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 
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THE  CHUBCH. 

2  With  joy  let  Juclah  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill. 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell. 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well ; 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  ; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us.  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God,  while  here  below ; 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


1094 


Psalm  137.  S.  M. 

1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church,  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church.  0  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  foil. 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ! 
Thy  hand,  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

Timothy  Dwiijht,  1S00. 
lUJO.  Psalm  118.  S.  M. 

1  See  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Zion  rest 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord  !  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day, 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Ilosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Bless  him,  ye  saints !  he  comes,  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God.- 
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THE  CHUKCH. 

6  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Whiqh  all  this  grace  displays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord  ! 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

Isaac   Watt*,  1710. 
1096.  Psalm  117.  S.  M. 

1  Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  ! 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light,  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

•i  A  A  7  lMac  *Vatt->  1719- 

10J7.  Psalm  118.  L.  M. 

1  Lo  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 

The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ; 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon! 
In  spite  of  envy,  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God  !  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners  !  rejoice,  and,  saints  !  be  glad ; 

Hosanna  !  let  his  name  be  blessed  : 
A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory,  rest ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  : 
Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1703. 
lUt/O.  God,  the  Defence  of  the  Church.  L.  M< 

1  Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God ! 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 
Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

lUJJ.  Psalm  87.  L.  Mi 

1  God,  in  liis  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well ; 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house, 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows, 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below  ! 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew ; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

670 


THE  CHURCH. 

5  "When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  native-  in  his  holy  mount, 
'T  will  be  an  honor  to  appear, 
As  one  new-born,  or  nourished  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

1100.  Psalm  72.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey  ! 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son ; 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  submits  to  his  commands ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down  ; 
His  grace,  on  fainting  souls,  distills, 
Like  heavenly  dew,  on  thirsty  hills. 

4  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light; 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

5  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days. 
Dressed  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

1101.  Psalm  72.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  : 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

671 


CHUECU  RELATIONS. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love,  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blessed. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
1  1  \J  w  .  The  Glory  of  the  Church.  L.  M. 

1  Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  various  charms  be  known  ; 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess, 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

I  God,  from  on  high,  thy  groans  will  hear ; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


1103 


The  Glory  of  Christ's  Kingdom.  C.  M. 

1   Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  sea  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 
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THE  CHURCH. 

2  From  the  third  heaven  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
A'dorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"  Mortals  !  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode,  — 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye, 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour !  Oh  !  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time ! 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
111/4:.  The  Safety  of  the  Church.  C.  M. 

1  How  honorable  is  the  place 

Where  we  adoring  stand, — 
Zion  —  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell : 
The  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace,  — 
You,  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 

43  673 


1105 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

4  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 
And  banish  all  your  fears  ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
y*  Psaim  118.  CM. 

1  Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone, 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear  ; 

And  saints  adore  his  name  :  — 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
i  What,  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood? 

Yet  must  this  building  rise : 
'T  is  thine  own  work,  almighty  God  ! 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


1106. 


Sinai  and  Sion.  C.  M, 

1  Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word, 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke ; 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight! 

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THE  CHURCH. 

4  Behold  the  blessed  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ; 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Christ  their  living  Head. 
Ajid  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  such  society  as  this, 

My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 
The  man,  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  for  ever  blessed. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
J-  1U  I  •  The  Church  immovable.  C.  M. 

1  Oh  !  where  are  kings  and  empires  now, 

Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord  !  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For.  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world, 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening  her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad ; 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe,  1839,  a. 


1108 


•  The  little  Flock.  C.  M. 

CnrjRcn  of  the  ever-living  God, 

The  Father's  gracious  choice ! 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 

How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2A"  little  flock  !  "— 't  is  well,  't  is  well ; 
Such  be  her  lot  and  name : 
Through  ages  past,  it  has  been  so, 
And  now  't  is  still  the  same. 

3  But  the  chief  Shepherd  comes  at  length  > 

Her  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  "  little  flock  "  no  more. 

4  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns, 

Weary  and  faint  and  few ; 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
11UJ.  Psalm  72.  7s&6a 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong : 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 
676 


THE  CHURCH. 

4  For  hiifl  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing,  — 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is  —  Love. 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
J-  1  1  U  •  The  Triumphs  of  the  Gospel.  7a  fc  6a. 

1  Now  be  the  gospel  banner, 

In  every  land,  unfurled  ; 
And  be  the  shout,  —  "  Hosanna  !  " — 

Reechoed  through  the  world  : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What,  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 
His  power,  throughout  their  regions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine : 
Ride  on,  O  Lord !  victorious, 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious,  — 

Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  —  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings  : 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valley3  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1830. 
1.  1  1  1  •  The  Glory  of  the  Church.  H.  M. 

1  0  Zion  !  tune  thy  voice, 

And  raise  thy  bands  on  high ; 
677 


CHUECH  EELATIONS. 

Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 

And  boast  salvation  nigh  ; 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine  stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  morning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head ; 
The  nations  round  thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new,  divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name, 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright ; 
Pursue  his  praise,  till  sovereign  love, 
In  worlds  above,  the  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And,  with  his  radiance,  fill 

Those  fairer,  purer  skies ; 
While,  round  his  throne,  ten  thousand  stars, 
In  nobler  spheres,  his  influence  own. 

5  Then  Zion  !  tune  thy  voice, 

And  lift  thy  hands  on  high ; 
Tell  all  the  world  thy  joys, 

And  shout  salvation  nigh  ; 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine ; 
While  rays  divine  stream  all  abroad. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
1  J.  A  £i  %  The  Church  and  its  Founder.  H.  M, 

1  With  ecstasy  of  joy 

Extol  his  glorious  name, 
Who  raised  the  spacious  earth, 

And  raised  our  ruined  frame  : 
He  built  the  church  who  built  the  sky; 
Shout,  and  exalt  his  honors  high. 
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2  See  the  foundation  laid 

By  power  and  love  divine  ; 
Jesus,  bis  first-born  Son, 

How  bright  his  glories  shine  ! 
Low  he  descends,  in  dust  he  lies, 
That  from  his  tomb  a  church  might  rise. 

3  But  he  for  ever  lives, 

Nor  for  himself  alone  ; 
Each  saint  new  life  derives 

From  this  mysterious  Stone  : 
His  influence  darts  through  every  soul, 
And  in  one  house  unites  the  whole. 

4  To  him  with  joy  we  move, 

In  him  cemented  stand  ; 
The  living  temple  grows, 

And  owns  the  Founder's  hand. 
That  structure,  Lord !  still  higher  raise, 
Louder  to  sound  its  Builder's  praise. 

5  Descend,  and  shed  abroad 

The  tokens  of  thy  grace, 
And,  with  more  radiant  beams, 

Let  glory  fill  the  place  : 
Our  joyful  souls  shall  prostrate  fall, 
And  own  —  our  God  is  All  in  all. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
I  I  1 0 .  Zion  triumphant.  lis  &  10s. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  sadness  ; 

Wake,  —  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness  ; 
Rise,  —  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes;  but  the  arm  that  subdued  them, 

Scattering  their  legions,  was  mightier  far  ; 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the   scourge   that 
pursued  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 
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3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee, 
Prais'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be : 
Shout,  —  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Satan  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 

Anon.,  1830. 
1114:.     .  Zion  exultant.  lis  &  10s. 

1  Wake  thee,  O  Zion  !  thy  mourning  is  ended, 

God,  thine  own  God,  hath  regarded  thy  prayer ; 
Wake  thee,  and  hail  him,  in  glory  descended, 
Thy  darkness  to  scatter,  thy  wastes  to  repair. 

2  Wake  thee,  O  Zion  !  his  Spirit  of  power 

To  newness  of  life  is  awaking  the  dead ; 
Array  thee  in  beauty,  and  greet  the  glad  hour 
That  brings  thee  salvation,  through  Jesus  who 

3  Saviour !  we  gladly,  with  voices  resounding, 

Loud  as  the  thunder,  our  voices  would  swell ; 

Till,  from  the  mountains,  its  echoes  rebounding, 

To  all  the  wide  world,  of  salvation  shall  tell ! 

Ray  Palmer,  1862. 
'■'•  Progress  of  the  Gospel.  lis  &  10s. 

1  Lands,  long  benighted !  the  morning  is  nearing ; 

Lift,  with  the  waves,  the  glad  song  of  the  free ; 
He  that  was  promised,  in  triumph  appearing, 
Now  wields  his  sway  o'er  the  land  and  the  sea. 

2  Loud  from  the  tops  of  the  mountains  sing  praises ; 

Valleys  shall  ring  with  the  echoing  strain  ; 
Mighty  in  war,  he  the  standard  upraises, 
Glorious  in  peace,  he  advances  to  reign  ! 

Anon.,  1865. 
1110.  TJie  Glory  of  the  Church.  8s  &  7s. 

1   Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

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THE  CHURCH. 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  :  . 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ?  — 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  ! 
Thus  deriving,  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
1 1 1  •  •  Zion's  Glory.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Zion  is  Jehovah's  dwelling ; 

There  the  King  of  kings  appears  ; 
Her's  is  glory,  far  excelling 

All  the  worldling  sees,  or  hears  : 
Zion's  walls  are  everlasting, 

Formed  through  endless  years  to  shine ; 
Strength  and  beauty,  never-wasting, 

Show  their  origin  divine. 

2  Zion  claims  peculiar  honor ; 

High  distinction  marks  her  lot ; 
Light  eternal  shines  upon  her ; 

Her's  a  sun,  that  faileth  not : 
Zion's  city  hath  foundations ; 

God  himself  has  raised  her  walls  ; 
She  survives  the  wreck  of  nations ; 

Zion  stands,  whatever  falls. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  Happy  they  who,  now  discerning 

Zion's  glory,  thither  move  ! 
Earth,  with  all  its  honors,  spurning, 

Zion  is  the  place  they  love  : 
There  the  Lord,  his  face  disclosing, 

Fills  his  people's  hearts  with  joy  ; 
While,  from  all  their  toils  reposing, 

Bliss  is  theirs  without  alloy. 

4  Brethren  !  let  the  prospect  cheer  us  ; 

Fair  the  lot  that 's  cast  for  us : 
When  we  call,  our  God  will  hear  us  : 

Happy  who  are  favored  thus  ! 
Let  the  timid  fear  no  longer : 

What  though  earth  and  hell  oppose  ? 
He  who  pleads  our  cause  is  stronger, 

Stronger  far,  than  all  our  foes. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1804. 
lllO.  Psalm  72.  7a. 

1  Hasten,  Lord !  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 
Shall  the  gospel's  call  obey. 

2  Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease  ; 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord : 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record  ; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 
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THE  CHUBCH. 
1  1  It/  *  Triumphs  of  the  Gospel.  7a. 

1  Wno  are  these,  that  come  from  far, 
Led  by  Jacob's  rising  star  ? 
Strangers  now  to  Zion  come, 
There  to  seek  a  peaceful  home. 

2  Lo  !  they  gather  like  a  cloud, 

Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd : 
Zion  wonders  at  the  sight,  — 
Zion  feels  a  strange  delight. 

3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 
God  will  raise  her  glory  high ; 
lie  will  send  a  large  increase,  — 
He  will  give  his  people  peace. 

4  Sons  of  Zion  !  sing  aloud  : 
See  her  sun,  without  a  cloud  ! 
God  will  make  her  joy  complete  ; 
Zion's  sun  shall  never  set. 

Thomas  Kelly,  (?)  1S35. 
i  1  —  U«  The  Song  of  Jubilee.  7a. 

-  1  Hark  !  —  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, — 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea. 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ;  — 
"  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign!" 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah !  —  hark  !  —  the  sound, 
From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
"Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies : 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 

Sheathed  his  sword!  he  speaks — 'tis  done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 
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3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away  ; 
Then  the  end  ;  —  beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  —  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

James  Montgomery,  1819. 
II. — THE  MINISTRY. 
LLZL,  The  Ordination  of  a  Minister.  L.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  house, 
Smile  on  our  homage,  and  our  vows  ; 
While,  with  a  grateful  heart,  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose, 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scattered  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  apostles'  honored  name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame ; 

In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise. 

4  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run, 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish,  large  and  fair. 

5  Jesus,_our  Lord,  their  hearts. shall  know, 
The  Spring,  whence  all  these  blessings  flow; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1745. 
ll^«i  Prayer  for  Ministers.  L.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies !  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be ! 
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2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge ! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge ; 

To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

3  Teach  them  aright  to  sow  the  seed ; 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed, 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Nor  let  them  labor,  Lord  !  in  vain. 

4  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  adore, 
And  feel  thy  new-creating  power. 

Benjamin  Bcddome,  1787. 
J-  ±£0»  The  Installation  of  a  Pastor.  L.  M. 

1  Shepherd  of  Israel !  thou  dost  keep, 
With  constant  care,  thine  humble  sheep ; 
By  thee  inferior  pastors  rise, 

To  feed  our  souls  and  bless  our  eyes. 

2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Modeled  by  thine  own  gracious  heart, 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love, 
Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 

3  Fed  by  their  active  tender  care, 
Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear ; 
And,  by  their  fair  example  led, 
The  way  to  Zion's  pasture  tread. 

4  Here  hast  thou  listened  to  our  vows, 
And  scattered  blessings  on  thy  house : 
Thy  saints  are  succored,  and  no  more 
As  sheep  without  a  guide  deplore. 

5  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  bless  the  shepherd  and  the  flock ; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
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CHUKCH  RELATIONS. 
J-  A  £i  x  •  The  Preacher's  Commission.  L.  M. 

1  "  Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damned  that  won't  believe. 

2  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  Go,  heal  the  sick ;  go,  raise  the  dead ; 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  my  name ; 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blaspheme. 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 

I  'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  to  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

5  He  spake ;  and  light  shone  round  his  head  ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 
They,  to  the  farthest  nation,  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 

119^ 

j.  L**»r*  A  Meeting  of  Ministers.  L.  M. 

1  Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 

Lord!  thine  assembled  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  thy  temple,  when  we  stand, 

To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee, 
Saviour !  like  stars  in  thy  right  hand, 
The  angels  of  the  churches  be  ! 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love : 

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THE  MINISTRY. 

4  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night,  strict  guard  to  keep ; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

In  humble  hope,  our  charge  resign ; 
When  the  chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
O  God !  may  they  and  we  be  thine. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
J-IZU.  A  Pastor  sought  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Shepherd  of  Israel !  bend  thine  ear, 
Thy  servants'  prayers  indulgent  hear ; 
Perplexed,  distressed,  to  thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  thine  eye. 

2  With  longing  eyes,  behold !  we  wait, 
A  suppliant  band,  at  mercy's  gate  ; 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God  !  sustain : 
Shall  Israel  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

3  O  Lord !  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn  ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls,  and  dear  to  thee. 

4  Fed  by  his  care,  our  tongues  shall  raise 
A  cheerful  tribute  to  thy  jDraise, 

Our  children  learn  the  grateful  song, 
And  theirs  the  cheerful  notes  prolong. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1735. 
Vx.L\*  Welcome,  to  a  Pastor.  L.  M. 

1  We  bid  thee  welcome,  in  the  name 

Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head ; 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  he  came, 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd  ;  guard  and  keep 

This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and  sin ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher,  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace, 

Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
J-  J-^O.  The  Installation  of  a  Pastor.  L.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  peace  and  holiness ! 
This  new-created  union  bless ; 
Bind  each  to  each  in  ties  of  love, 
And  ratify  our  work  above. 

2  Saviour,  who  carcst  for  thy  sheep  ! 
The  shepherd  of  thy  people  keep  ; 
Guide  him  in  every  doubtful  way, 
Nor  let  his  feet  from  duty  stray. 

3  Gird  thou  his  heart  with  strength  divine ; 
Let  Christ  through  all  his  conduct  shine ; 
Faithful  in  all  things  may  he  be, 

Dead  to  the  world,  alive  to  thee. 

4  O  Thou,  whose  love  doth  never  fail ! 
Breathe  on  this  dry  and  thirsty  vale ; 
And  may  it,  from  this  hour,  appear, 
That  thy  reviving  power  is  here. 

5  Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  unto  thee 
Our  spirits  rise  in  harmony  ; 
Accept  our  praise,  our  sins  remove, 
And  fit  us  for  thy  courts  above. 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1843. 
llAt/i  An  Installation  Service.  L.  M. 

1  The  solemn  service  now  is  done  ; 
The  vow  is  pledged,  the  toil  begun  ; 
Seal  thou,  O  God !  the  oath  above, 
And  ratify  the  pledge  of  love. 
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THE  MINISTRY. 

2  The  shepherd  of  thy  people  bless  ; 
Gird  him  with  thine  own  holiness  ; 
In  duty  may  his  pleasure  be, 

His  glory  in  his  zeal  for  thee. 

3  Here  let  the  ardent  prayer  arise, 
Faith  fix  its  grasp  beyond  the  skies, 
The  tear  of  penitence  be  shed, 
And  myriads  to  the  Saviour  led. 

4  Come,  Spirit !  here  consent  to  dwell ; 
The  mists  of  earth  and  sin  dispel : 

Blest  Saviour !  thine  own  rights  maintain ; 
Supreme  in  every  bosom  reign. 

5  Oh !  let  our  humble  worship  be 
A  gratefid  tribute,  Lord !  to  thee ; 
And  may  these  hallowed  scenes  of  love 
Fit  us  for  purer  joys  above. 

Sanmel  F.  Smith,  1843. 
llOU.  The  Pastor's  Charge.  CM. 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  ; 
JNbw  let  them,  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ;  — 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures,  or  in  woe. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 
Lord !  how  should  we  appear  ? 

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5  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  Redeemer,  see ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1736. 
11 0 1  •  A  faithfid  Ministry.  C.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  the  word  of  mercy  give, 

And  let  it  swiftly  run  ; 
Let  all  who  preach  thy  word  believe, 
And  put  salvation  on. 

2  Jesus !  let  all  thy  servants  shine 

Illustrious  as  the  sun  ; 
And,  bright  with  borrowed  rays  divine, 
Their  glorious  circuit  run. 

3  Beyond  the  reach  of  mortals,  spread 

Their  light  where'er  they  go  ; 
And  heavenly  influences  shed 
On  all  the  world  below. 

4  As  giants  may  they  run  their  race, 

Exulting  in  their  might ; 
As  burning  luminaries,  chase 
The  ffloom  of  error's  ni^ht. 

5  As  the  bright  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Their  healing  wings  display ; 
And  let  their  lustre  still  increase 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

Charles  Wesley,  1762,  a. 
0^»  Faithful  Missionaries.  CM. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  condescend 

To  hear  our  fervent  prayer, 
While  these  our  brethren  we  commend 
To  thy  paternal  care. 

2  Before  them  set  an  open  door  ; 

Their  various  efforts  bless  ; 
On  them  thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 
And  crown  them  with  success. 

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3  Endow  them  with  a  heavenly  inind ; 

Supply  their  every  need  ; 
Make  them  in  spirit  meek,  resigned, 
But  bold  in  word  and  deed. 

4  In  every  tempting,  trying  hour, 

Uphold  them  by  thy  grace. 
And  guard  them  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Till  they  shall  end  their  race. 

Thomas  MortU,  1818,  a. 
J.  J.OO*  Treasure  in  earthen  Vessels.  C.  M 

1  How  rich  thy  bounty.  King  of  kings  ! 

Thy  favors  —  how  divine  ! 
The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine ! 

2  Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys  : 

Should  gold  and  gems  compare. 
How  mean  !  when  set  against  those  joys, 
Thy  poorest  servants  share  ? 

3  Yet  all  these  treasures  of  thy  grace 

Are  lodged  in  fragile  clay  : 
And  the  weak  sons  of  mortal  race 
Th'  immortal  gifts  convey. 

4  Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 

Yet  grace  the  vict'ry  gives  ; 
Quickly  they  moulder  back  to  earth  ; 
Yet  still  the  gospel  lives. 

Philip  Doddri<lg<=,  1740, 


1134 


1  The  Preacher's  Theme.  (!.  H 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme ; 

The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

But  souls,  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 

Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 
691 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
1  lOO  •  The  Death  of  a  Pastor.  C.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  What,  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
What,  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest, 
Be  numbered  with  the  dead  ? 

3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged  and  the  young, 
The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  the  instructive  tongue  ; 

4  Th*  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

5  "  Lo,  I  am  with  you  !  "  saith  the  Lord ; 

"  My  church  shall  safe  abide : 

For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 

Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

G  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 
This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1736. 
G92 


THE   MINISTRY. 
J.lt)0.  A  Payor's  Death.  3.  It 

1  Rest  from  thy  labor,  rest, 

Soul  of  the  just,  set  free ! 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be  ! 

2  Faith,  perseverance,  zeal, 

Language  of  light  and  power, 
Love,  —  prompt  to  act.  and  quick  to  feel, 
Marked  thee,  till  life's  last  hour. 

3  Now,  —  toil  and  conflict  o'er,  — 

Go,  take  with  saints  thy  place ; 
But  go,  as  each  hath  gone  before, 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

4  Lord  Jesus  !  to  thy  hands 

Our  pastor  we  resign ; 
And  now  we  wait  thine  own  commands  : 
We  were  not  his,  but  thine. 

5  Thou  art  thy  church's  Head  ; 

And,  when  the  members  die, 
Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead  : 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eye. 

6  On  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 

We  gather  round  our  Rock  ; 
Send  whom  thou  wilt ;  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  thy  flock. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
AID  i  t  The  Death  of  a  Minister.  S.  M. 

1  "  Servant  of  God !  well  done ! 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ; 
The  battle  fought,  —  the  vict'ry  won,  — 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell  —  but  felt  no  fear. 

G93 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

4  Soldier  of  Christ !  well-done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
1  LOO  .  The  Laborers  few.  8.  M. 

1  Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 

Thy  needy  servants'  cry ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait ; 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  ; 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord  !  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

'Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Oh  !  let  them  spread  thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove ; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim,  — ■ 
Thine  all  redeeming  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 
1 1 O  J  •  The  Heralds  of  Christ.  S.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

,  2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  !  — 
"  Zion !  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here ! " 
G94 


THE  MINISTRY. 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears. 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm. 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


1140 


Ordination  of  Missionaries. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ ! 

His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow  ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
"With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go.  spread  a  Saviour's  fame  ; 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace 
To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

Mrs.  Voke,  1806. 
095 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 
J- 1 T 1  •  Vigilance.  S.  M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command ; 

And,  while  we  speak,  he 's  near  : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh  !  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
III.— BAPTISM. 
J-  J-  T.W  •  Children  blessed  by  Jesus.  C.  M. 

1  Behold  !  what  condescending  love 

Jesus  on  earth  displays ! 
To  babes  and  sucklings,  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 
Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  Forbid  them  not,  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare — 
Of  such  will  heaven  consist. 

4  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts, 

We  give  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Receive  them,  Lord !  into  thine  arms, — 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

John  Peacock,  1806,  a. 
696 


BAPTISM. 


114? 


'-)  •  The  Saviour  blessing  Children.  C.  M. 

1  "When  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne, 

He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 
Like  us,  unhonored  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below, 

In  wisdom's  path  of  peace  ; 
Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge,  grow, 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words,  and  kind  his  look, 

When  mothers  round  him  pressed  ; 
Their  infants,  in  his  arms,  he  took, 
And  on  his  bosom  blessed. 

4  When  Jesus  into  Salem  rode, 

The  children  sang  around  ; 
For  joy,  they  plucked  the  palms,  and  strewed 
Their  garments  on  the  ground. 

5  Hosanna  our  glad  voices  raise, 

Hosanna  to  our  King  ! 
Should  we  forget  our  Saviour's  praise, 
The  stones  themselves  would  siug. 

6  For  we  have  learned  to  love  his  name  ; 

That  name,  divinely  sweet, 
May  every  pulse  through  life  proclaim, 
And  our  last  breath  repeat. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 


1144 


The  Promise  to  Abraham.  C.  M. 

1  How  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abra'm  and  his  seed ! 
"  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  all  their  need." 

2  The  words  of  his  extensive  love, 

From  age  to  age  endure ; 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 
And  seals  the  blessings  sure. 
G97 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

0  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms, 

To  our  great  fathers  given  ; 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  Our  God, — how  faithful  are  his  ways ! 
His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor,  from  the  promise  of  his  grace, 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
J.  L/THJ»  Christ  receiving  Children.  C.  M 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms  ! 
Hark !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord !  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine,  — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock  1  with  pleasure  hear,  — 

Ye  children  !  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly,  with  transport,  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
A  XtcO«  The  Saviour's  Love  for  Cliildrcn.  CM. 

1  Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord ! 

With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word,  — 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants,  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

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BAPTISM. 

3  "  I  take  these  little  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blessed. 

4  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can  't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  shall  rai  ;e 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill : 
I  '11  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

G  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 
And  shout,  with  joys  divine, — 
"  Dear  Saviour !  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine." 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 
1  1 4:  I  •  Children  devoted  to  God.  C.  M. 

1  Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord,  — 

"  I  '11  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
I  '11  bless  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  for  me." 

2  Abraham  believed  the  promised  grace, 

And  gave  his  sons  to  God ; 
But  water  seals  the  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  sealed  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house, 

When  she  received  the  word ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailer  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King  ! 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  : 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  thy  grace. 

Wattoi  1709. 
699 


CHUECH  RELATIONS. 
A  J-  4:0  •  The  Lambs  of  the  Flock.  L.  M. 

1  With  thankful  hearts  our  songs  we  raise 
To  celebrate  the  Saviour's  praise ; 

Yet  who,  but  saints  in  heaven  above, 
Can  tell  the  riches  of  his  love? 

2  He,  the  good  Shepherd,  kindly  leads 
The  wanderer,  and  the  hungry  feeds ; 
Deigns  in  his  arms  the  lambs  to  bear, 
And  makes  them  his  peculiar  care. 

3  Jesus !  to  thy  protecting  wing, 
Our  helpless  little  ones  we  bring ; 

Oh  !  grant  them  grace  and  strength,  that  they 
May  find  and  keep  the  heavenward  way. 

Edward  Bickersteth,  1841. 
A  1t(/i  The  baptismal  Covenant.  L.  M, 

1  'T  was  the  commission  of  our  Lord,  — 

"  Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize  ! " 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 

2  He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 

And  sends  his  covenant  with  the  seals', 

To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 

0  Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 

4  Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 

And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord; 
Oh !  may  the  great  eternal  Three 
In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
X  JL«J\/t  Children  brought  to  Jesus.  L.  M, 

1  A  little  child  the  Saviour  came, 
The  mighty  God  was  still  his  name, 

700 


BAPTISM. 

And  angels  worshiped,  as  he  lay, 
The  seeming  infant  of  a  day. 

2  He  who,  a  little  child,  began 
The  life  divine  to  show  to  man, 
Proclaims  from  heaven  the  message  free, 
Let  little  children  come  to  me. 

3  "We  bring  them,  Lord !  and  with  the  sign 
Of  sprinkled  water,  name  them  thine ; 
Their  souls  with  saving  grace  endow, 
Baptise  them  with  thy  Spirit  now. 

William  Robertson,  1751. 
A  lOl  •  The  Baptism  of  a  Household.  L.  M. 

1  United  prayers  ascend  to  thee, 

Eternal  Parent  of  mankind  ! 
Smile  on  this  waiting  family  ; 

Thy  blessing  let  thy  servants  find. 

2  Let  the  dear  pledges  of  their  love, 

Like  tender  plants,  around  ihem  grow ; 
Thy  present  grace,  and  joys  above, 
Upon  their  little  ones  bestow. 

3  Receive,  at  their  believing  hand, 

The  charge  which  they  devote  as  thine, 
Obedient  to  their  Lord's  command  ; 
And  seal,  with  power,  the  rite  divine. 

4  To  every  member  of  their  house, 

Thy  grace  impart,  thy  love  extend  ; 
Grant  every  good  that  time  allows, 
With  heavenly  joys  that  never  end. 

William  B.  Collyer,  1812,  a. 
1I«)-.  Prayer  for  Children.  S.  M . 

1   Great  God  !  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 
701 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Oh !  what  a  vast  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Dear  Lord  !  thy  Spirit  pour 

Upon  our  infant  seed ; 
Oh  !  bring  the  longed-for  happy  hour 
That  makes  them  thine  indeed. 

John  Fellows,  1773. 
A  JLOO»  Children  given  to  God.  S.  M. 

1  O  God  of  Abra'm !  hear 

The  parents'  humble  cry ; 
In  covenant  mercy  now  appear, 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 

In  mercy  thou  hast  given, 
That  we  through  grace  may  faithful  prove, 
In  training  them  for  heaven. 

3  Oh !  grant  thy  Spirit,  Lord ! 

Their  hearts  to  sanctify  ; 
Remember  now  thy  gracious  word  ; — 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  These  children  now  are  thine, — 

We  give  them  back  to  thee ; 
Oh !  lead  them  by  thy  grace  divine, 
Along  the  heavenly  way. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1832. 
llt/Ti  Christ  blessing  Children.  S.  M. 

1  The  gentle  Saviour  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms ; 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, — 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 
702 


BAPTISM. 

3   Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord  ! 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

Henry  U.  Ciderdonk,  1827. 
1  100«  Cliildren  in  the  Covenant.  S.  M. 

1  Lord  !  what  our  ears  have  heard, 

Our  eyes  delighted  trace, 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  every  faithful  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 

And  mark  them  out  for  thine  ; 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

3  Thy  covenant  may  they  keep, 

And  bless  the  happy  bands, 
Which,  closer  still,  engage  their  hearts 
To  honor  thy  commands. 

4  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  thy  grace, 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race  ! 

Anon.,  1778. 
IV.  — COVENANT. 
11»JU«  Consecration  to  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 

When  angels  touch  the  quivering  string, 
And  wake,  to  chant  Immanuel's  love,  — 
Such  strains  as  angel  lips  can  sing. 

2  And  sweet,  on  earth,  the  choral  swell, 

From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays, 
When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Immanuel's  praise, 

3  Jesus  !  thy  name  our  souls  adore  ; 

We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  thine ; 

703 


CHURCn  RELATIONS. 

And  carnal  joys,  that  charmed  before, 
For  thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

4  Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  to-day ; 

Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 

We  bow  and  give  ourselves  away. 

5  In  thee  we  trust,  on  thee  rely  ; 

Though  we  are  feeble,  thou  art  strong; 
Oh  !  keep  us  till  our  spirits  fly 

To  join  the  bright,  immortal  throng ! 

•i  -t  r>-r  Ray  Palmer,  1843. 

J-  iO  I  •  The  Day  of  Espousals.  L.  M- 

1  On  !  happy  day !  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond !  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done  ;  the  great  transaction's  done; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  "renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till,  in  life's  latest  hour,  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

-|  -|  fQ  Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 

A  A  t/O  •  Converts  welcomed.  •  L.  M. 

1  Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ! 
Enter  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee,  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  docs  the  same. 
704 


COVENANT. 

2  Those  joys,  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And,  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known  ; 
We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 

4  Once  more,  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love ; 
Oh !  may  we  all  together  meet, 
Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1812. 
*J*-'»  Consecration  to  Christ' s  Service.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  our  best  beloved  Friend ! 

Draw  out  our  souls  in  pure  desire ; 
Jesus !  in  love  to  us  descend, 
Baptize  us  with  thy  Spirit's  fire. 

2  Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign, 

To  fear  and  follow  thy  commands  ; 
Oh !  take  our  hearts,  our  hearts  are  thine, 
Accept  the  service  of  our  hands. 

3  Firm,  faithful,  watching  unto  prayer, 

May  we  thy  blessed  will  obey, 
Toil  in  thy  vineyard  here,  and  bear 
The  heat  and  burden  of  the  day. 

4  Yet,  Lord !  for  us  a  resting-place, 

In  heaven,  at  thy  right  hand,  prepare ; 
And,  till  we  see  thee  face  to  face, 
Be  all  our  conversation  there. 

James  Montgomery,  1812. 
llUU.  Self  Dedication  to  God.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 
45  705 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here,  at  that  cross,  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

5  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm, 
The  great  engagement  to  perform  ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

Samuel  Davies,  1769. 
ill}  1  •  God's  Living  Temples.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit !  come, 

And  make  thy  servants'  hearts  thy  home ; 
Thus  consecrated,  Lord !  to  thee, 
May  each  a  living  temple  be. 

2  Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 

0  Arm  these,  thy  youthful  soldiers,  Lord! 
With  shield  of  faith,  and  Spirit's  sword ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe. 

4  With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
Oh !  may  they  overcome  the  world, 
And  so,  at  last,  receive  from  thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 
706 


COVENANT. 


5  Oh !  grant  us  so  to  use  thy  grace 
That  we  may  see  thy  glorious  face ; 
And  ever  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  aod  Holy  Ghost 

Christopher   Wordsworth,  1865. 
1102.  Psalm  116.  C.  M. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord  !  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record ; 
"Witness,  ye  saints  !  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
A  I  *  *•"■)•  Mutual  Consecration.  C.  M. 

1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
This  day,  with  one  accor.!, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord  ! 
707 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be, 

One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart;  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Then,  when,  among  the  saints  in  light 

Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God!  be  thine. 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1843. 
J-XUt*  Covenant   Vows.  CM, 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels !  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break ;  — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh  !  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Benjamin,  Beddome,  1790. 
1  1 OO*  "Hinder  me  not."  C.  M. 

1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 
My  journey  I  '11  pursue  ; 
"Hinder  me  not" — ye  much -loved  saints! 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 


•jy 


COVENANT. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I  '11  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not ! " —  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I  '11  go  at  his  command  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be,  — 
"Hinder  me  not," — come,  welcome,  death! 
I  '11  gladly  go  with  thee. 

John  Eyland,  1773. 
1  100*  Entering  GooVa  Service.  G  M. 

1  O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  in  persons  Three  ! 
We  come  in  faith  to  count  the  cost, 
And  give  ourselves  to  thee. 

2  In  hope  and  love,  thy  name  we  bless 

For  countless  mercies  given  ; 
To  make  our  earthly  burdens  less, 
And  smooth  our  way  to  heaven. 

3  "We  seek  to  serve  no  other  King, 

Follow  no  other  Guide, 
Nor  earth,  nor  any  earthly  thing 
Shall  tear  us  from  thy  side. 

4  We  seek  to  know  no  other  love, 
Save  what  we  love  in  thee  ; 

And  thee  we  choose,  all  else  above, 
Our  chiefest  love  to  be. 

5  Thy  blood  our  only  treasure  is, 
Thy  cross  our  chosen  part ; 

Thy  sacrament  our  highest  bliss, 
Our  home,  thy  sacred  heart. 

Anon.,  1867. 
709 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 
1 1  V>  '  •  All  of  Grace.  G.  M, 

1  All  that  I  was  —  iny  sin,  my  guilt, 

My  death  was  all  my  own  ; 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  thee, 
My  gracious  God !  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine  ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice, 
Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine ; 
The  light  of  life,  in  which  I  walk, 
The  liberty,  is  thine. 

4  Thy  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin, 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  now  I  live,  I  live. 

5  All  that  I  am,  ev'n  here  on  earth, 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
When  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it,  Lord !  to  thee. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1845. 

V.— CHURCH  FELLOWSHIP. 
11 UO.  PSALM  133.  CM. 

1  Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sisjht 

Are  brethren  that  agree, — 
Brethren,  whose  cheerful  hearts  unite 
In  bands  of  piety  ! 

2  When  streams  of  love  from  Christ,  the  Spring, 

Descend  to  every  soul, 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'T  is  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  reverend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
710 


FELLOWSHIP. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill. 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distill. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719 
1  1 0 »  f  .  Christian  Fellowship.  C.  M. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'T  is  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed  and  blessed, 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ; 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And,  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  ;  — 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

H.  Miller,  1809. 
JL  1  4  U  •  The  Communion  of  Saints.  C.  M, 

1   Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ! 
Walking  in  all  thy  ways,  we  find 
Our  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

711 


CHDECH    RELATIONS. 

The  church,  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know ; 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we,  in  hymns  below. 

Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne ; 

We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ; 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 

From  thence  our  spirits  rise  ; 
And  he,  that  in  thy  statutes  treads, 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


1171 


Brotherly  Love.  C.  M, 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those,  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word !  — 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart :  — 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love :  — 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain,  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he  's  an  heir  of  heaven,  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Joseph  Swain,  1792. 
712 


FELLOWSHIP. 
I    '    I   —  •  Saint3  all  of  one  Family.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 

That  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And,  on  the  eagle  wings  ot*  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him,  — 

One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream,  — 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ev'n  now  to  their  eternal  home 

Some  happy  spirits  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour  !  be  our  constant  Guide ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley,  1759,  a. 
JL  JL  4  0»  Saints  all  of  one  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  Blessed  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 

That  wTill  not  let  us  part ; 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove ; 

We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
We  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 
713 


CHUECH  RELATIONS. 

3  Oh !  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 
And  nothing  know  beside  ! 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucified ! 

Charles  Wesley,  1742. 
J-  *-  •    JTt  The  Svieetness  of  Christian  Fellowship.  7a 

1  Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet, 
When  the  saints  together  meet, 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  joy  to  sing  of  him  ! 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  ; 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, — 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  ; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love  ; 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 
Took  the  things  of  Christ,  and  showed 
How  to  reach  his  blest  abode. 

5  Sweet  the  place,  exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  Saviour  's'  still  the  theme, 
Where  they  see  and  sing  of  him. 

George  Burder,  1779,  v.  4,  a, 
A  i-  I  eJ  •  Christian  Union  and  Love.  7a. 

1  Jesus,  Lord !  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Bid  all  strife  for  ever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling-block  remove ; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear  ; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

714 


FELLOWSHIP. 

3  Make  us  one  in  heart  aud  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Wholly  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  others  care, 
Each  his  brother's  burden  bear, 
To  thy  church  a  pattern  give, 
Showing  how  believers  live. 

5  Let  us,  then,  with  joy,  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
Showing  how  believers  die. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749,  a. 
-I  1  (  O .  Cleaving  to  God's  People.  7a. 

1  People  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unble  sed  ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  allar  burns, 
Oh  !  receive  me  into  rest ! 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
Alio*  Love  to  the  Brethren.  S.  M. 

1   Blessed  be  the  tie,  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
715 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  : 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain : 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

John  Fawcett,  1772. 
1 1  I  O  •  Psalm  133.  S.  M. 

1  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blessed  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus,  when,  on  Aaron's  head, 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

4  Thus,  on  the  heavenly  hills, 

The  saints  are  blessed  above, 
716 


FELLOWSHIP. 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distills, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
J  llvi  Communion  of  Saints.  S.  M. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  envy,  child  of  hell ! 

Be  banished  far  away  : 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1769. 
1  lOU.  Psalm  106.  L.  M. 

1  To  God,  the  great,  the  ever-blessed, 
Let  songs  of  honor  be  addressed  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands  ; 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfill  thy  boundless  praise  ? — 
Blessed  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
And,  with  the  same  salvation,  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  Oh  !  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice : 

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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

This  is  my  glory,  Lord  !  to  be 
Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

1  f&1 

A  A  O  J-  •  A   Welcome  to  Christian  Friends,  I*.  M. 

1  Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  't  is  given 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love. 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; 

The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread  ; 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
J.  1 OZ  t  Brotherly  Love.  L.  M. 

1  Now,  by  the  love  of  Christ,  my  God, 

His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaints, 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 
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FELLOWSHIP. 

2  Clamor,  and  wrath,  and  war  be  gone ; 

Envy  and  spite  for  ever  cease  ; 
Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Amongst  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife; 
Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ,  his  Son. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709,  line  1st,  a. 
1100»  "Oh!  qnam  juvat  fratrcs,  Dens!"  It  M. 

1  O  Lord  !  how  joyful  't  is  to  see 
The  brethren  join  in  love  to  thee  ! 
On  thee  alone  their  heart  relies  ; 
Their  only  strength  thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  thy  holy  place, 
With  one  accord  to  sing  thy  grace, 
Besieging  thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh !  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode ! 
Oh !  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy! 

4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  thee, 
With  hearts  to  thee  more  wholly  given, 

More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed  on  heaven. 

5  Lord !  show'r  upon  us,  from  above, 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

Lat.,  Santolius  Victorinu%  1GC0. 
Tr.,  John  Chandler,  1837. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 
J-  A  O  t  •  Christian  Friendship.  L.  M. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie,  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 

Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face ; 

How  high,  how  strong,  their  raptures  swell, 
There 's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  ; 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

Sirs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1797. 
llOO.  Psalm  92.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  't  is  a  pleasant  thing,  to  stand 
In  gardens,  planted  by  thy  hand ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live ; 
Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive ; 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

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DECLENSIONS. 


4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true  ; 
None,  that  attend  his  gates,  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


1186. 


VI.— DECLENSIONS. 


Psalm  137.  L.  M. 

1  When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
"We  wept,  with  doleful  thoughts  oppressed, 
And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 

2  Our  harps  that,  when  with  joy  we  sung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings,  neglected  hung 
On  willow  trees,  that  withered  there. 

3  How  shall  we  tune  our  voice  to  sing, 

Or  touch  our  harps  with  skillful  hands  ? 
Shall  hymns  of  joy,  to  God  our  King, 
Be  sung  by  slaves  in  foreign  lands  ? 

4  O  Salem !  our  once  happy  seat, 

When  I  of  thee  forgetful  prove, 
Let  then  my  trembling  hand  forget 

The  speaking  strings  with  art  to  move. 

Ndhum  Tate,  1696. 
1  I  O  I  .  Psalm  8a  L.  M. 

1  Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel ! 
Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep ; 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now  ; 

Shine  from  on  high  and  guide  us  through ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hosts  obey ! 
How  long  shall  we  lament,  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

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4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 

We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 

5  Hast  thou  not  planted,  with  thy  hands, 
A  lovely  vine  in  these  fair  lands  ? 

But  now,  dear  Lord !  look  down,  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree ! 

G  Return,  almighty  God !  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
J-  lOO.  The  Vision  of  the  dry  Bones.  L.  M. 

1  Look  down,  O  Lord!  with  pitying  eye; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God !  to  thee  is  known  ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But,  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death  ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
llOui  Past  Joys  remembered.  L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  where  is  now  that  glowing  love, 

That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord  ? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  atford. 

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DECLENSIONS. 


2  Where  is  the  zeal,  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  kuown  ? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  aloue  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons,  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 

The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved  ? 

4  Behold !  again  we  turn  to  thee ; 

Oh  !  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile  ! 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
O  Lord,  our  God !  but  in  thy  smile. 

5  And,  Oh !  renew  our  former  love ; 

Yea,  never  let  it  cease  to  grow, 
Till,  brightened  and  refined  above, 
A  pure  celestial  flame  it  glow. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1820. 
A  J  *J \J  •  Compassion  for  Transgressors.  L.  M. 

1  Auise,  my  tendcest  thoughts  !  arise  ; 
To  torrents  melt,  my  streaming  eyes  ! 
And  thou,  my  heart !  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils,  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 

See  scandals  poured  on  Jesus'  name  ;  — 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son, — ■ 
The  world  abused, — the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night, — 

In  flames,  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 

4  My  God  !  I  feel  the  mournful  scene ; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  : 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves ; 

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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

Thine  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
VII.—  REVIVAL. 

1 1  <J  1  •  Psalm  85.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind, 

Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinned, 
And  bro't  his  wandering  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  complete. 

S  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord ! 

And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfill  thy  word ; 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say ; 

He  '11  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace ; 
*      But  let  them  run  no  more  astray  ; 

Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
A  x.%)  Zim  Prayer  for  a  Revival.  L.  M, 

1  Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches !  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer ; 
Perfumed  by  thee,  Oh !  may  it  rise, 
Like  fragrant  incense  to  the  skies. 

2  May  every  pastor,  from  above 

Be  new  inspired  with  zeal  and  love, 
To  watch  thy  flock,  thy  flock  to  feed, 
And  sow  with  care  the  precious  seed. 

3  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace ; 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace  ; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

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REVIVAL. 

4  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live, 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

5  May  aged  saints  matured  with  grace, 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness  ; 

And,  when  transplanted  to  the  skies, 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

6  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And,  weeping,  sow  the  seed  of  praise ; 
In  humble  hope,  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer. 

William  Kingsbury,  1806. 
X  XfJOt  Roping  for  a  Revival.  L.  M. 

1  While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say,  — 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power  ; 
Still  wrestle  at  a  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp, 

I  've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  prayer  ; 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord  !  I  obey ;  my  hopes  revive ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints !  and  sing; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
1 1 J  i  •  Psalm  126.  L.  M. 

1  When  God  restored  our  captive  state, 

Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our  theme; 
The  grace,  beyond  our  hopes,  so  great, 
That  joy  appeared  a  painted  dream. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hands,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name ; 
While  we  with  pleasure  shout  thy  praise, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

0  When  we  reviewed  our  dismal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanish  so; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears ; 

He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 
4  The  man  that,  in  his  furrowed  field, 

His  scattered  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
Will  shout,  to  see  the  harvest  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  sheaves. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
11  ♦/»")•  A  Revival  sought.  S.M. 

1  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord ! 

Thy  mighty  arm  make  bare  ; 
Speak,  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead. 
And  make  thy  people  hear. 

2  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

Disturb  this  sleep  of  death  ; 
Quicken  the  smouldering  embers  now, 
By  thine  almighty  breath. 

3  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

Exalt  thy  precious  name ; 
And,  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  our  love 
For  thee  and  thine  inflame. 

4  Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

And  give  refreshing  showers ; 
The  glory  shall  be  all  thine  own, 
The  blessing,  Lord  !  be  ours. 

Albert  Midlanr,  1861. 
J  J  »/v)»  Pray or  for  a  Revival.  S.M. 

1  O  Lord  !  thy  work  revive, 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 
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REVIVAL. 

2  Oh !  let  thy  chosen  few- 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer  ; 
Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear  ; 

Now  listen  to  our  cry ; 
Oh  !  come  and  bring  salvation  near  ; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  H.  Brown,  1831. 


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/.    iging  for  a  Revival.  S.  M, 

1  On  !  for  the  happy  hour 

When  God  w7ill  hear  our  cry  ; 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high  ! 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word, 
In  vain  ;  we  see  no  cheering  ray, 
No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 

3  Our  prayers  are  faint  and  dull, 

And  languid  all  our  songs  ; 
Where  once  with  joy  our  hearts  were  full, 
And  rapture  tuned  our  tongues. 

4  While  many  seek  thy  house, 

How  few,  around  thy  board. 
Meet  to  recount  their  solemn  vows, 
And  bless  thee  as  their  Lord  ! 

5  Thou,  thou  alone  canst  give 

Thy  gospel  sure  success  ; 
Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 

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&r^  CHURCH    EELATI0N8. 

6  Come,  then,  with  power  divine, 
Spirit  of  life  and  love  ! 
Then  shall  our  people  all  be  thine, 
Our  church,  like  that  above. 

George   W.  Bcthune,  1843. 
J-  1  «J  O  •  A  spiritual  Drought.  8b  &  7s, 

1  Saviour  !  visit  thy  plantation ; 

Grant  us,  Lord  !  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again : 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

2  Surely,  once  thy  garden  nourished  ; 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished : 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 
But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see : 
Lord  !  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  ; 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below : 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear,  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show  : 
Dearest  Saviour  !  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
Oh  !  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

4  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent : 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares  : 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  liesh, 
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REVIVAL. 


And  begin,  from  this  good  hour. 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
-I.  1  «/ 1/  •  Comfort  for  the  Church.  8s  k  7a. 

1  Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken; 

O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken ! 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you ; 
Themes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  "  Salvation," 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  "  Praise." 

2  There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow ; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  his  bounty  shall  bestow : 
Still  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 

3  Ye,  no  more  your  suns  descending, 

Waning  moons  no  more  shall  see, 
But,  your  griefs  for  ever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me : 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  Glory, 

God,  your  everlasting  Light. 

William  Cowpcr,  1772. 
1  — '  ''  '  •  Seeking  the  Baptism  of  the  Spirit.  8a  &  7s. 

1  Hail  !  thou  God  of  grace  and  glory  ! 
Who  thy  name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified  ; 
Thanks  to  thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  Fount  of  love  ; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 
And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 
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CHURCH   RELATIONS. 

Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 

Near  thy  bright  and  burning  throne ; 
We  invoke  thee,  God  most  holy  ! 

Through  thy  well-beloved  Son ; 
Send  the  baptism  of  thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire ; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 
Bind  thy  people,  Lord !  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love ; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above; 
Let  thy  work  be  seen  progressing ; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee ; 
Till  the  world,  thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 

Thomas  W.  Aveling,  1844. 


Waiting  for  the  Dawn.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 
Come,  and,  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, — 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart ; 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour ! 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  ; 

7.30 


REVIVAL. 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Every  burdened  soul  release  ; 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit, 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

Charles  Wesley,  1744. 
IZUJ.  Psalm  102.  C.  >L 

1  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins,  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

"With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 

And,  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  sha'  n't  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
TTas  ever  spent  in  vain. 

6  This  shall  be  known,  when  we  are  dead. 

And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 


1203. 


Psai^i  126.  C  M. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  living  God  ! 
Let  praise  your  hearts  employ  ; 
And,  as  you  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
Lift  up  the  voice  of  joy. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Have  they  not  reason  to  rejoice, 

Whose  sins  have  been  forgiven  ;  — 
Called  by  a  gracious  Father's  voice 
To  be  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

3  How  do  the  captive's  transports  now, 

When  rescued  from  his  chains  ! 
And  how  must  sinners  joy  to  know 
Their  great  Deliverer  reigns  ! 

4  Oh !  grant  us,  Lord  !  to  feel  and  own 

The  power  of  love  divine, 
The  blood  that  doth  for  sin  atone, 
The  grace  which  makes  us  thine. 

William  H.  Bathurst,  1830. 
A  *+  \J  jE  i  A  Revival  sought.  C.  M. 

1  Blest  Jesus !  come  thou  gently  down, 

And  fill  this  hallowed  place  ; 
Oh  !  make  thy  glorious  goings  known, 
Diffuse  around  thy  grace. 

2  Shine,  dearest  Lord  !  from  realms  of  day, 

Disperse  the  gloom  of  night ; 
Chase  all  our  clouds  and  doubts  away, 
And  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

3  Revive,  O  God !  desponding  saints, 

Who  languish,  droop  and  sigh ; 
Refresh  the  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
Fill  mourning  hearts  with  joy. 

4  Make  known  thy  power,  victorious  King! 

Subdue  each  stubborn  will ; 
Then  sovereign  grace  we  '11  join  to  sing 
On  Zion's  sacred  hill. 

Anon.,  1850. 
JLZUOi  An  Outpouring  of  the  Spirit.  7s, 

1  See  !  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 
Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace  ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, — 
Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze  ; 

732 


EEVIVAL. 

Fire  to  bring  on  earth  he  came  ; 

Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is ; 
Oh !  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

AJ1  partake  the  glorious  bliss ! 

2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day : 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run  ; 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way : 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows, — ■ 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

3  Sons  of  God  !  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide  ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace  ; 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified  ; 
-Jesus,  mighty  to  redeem. — 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  him. — 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  naught. 

4  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land  ; 
Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
l^UO.  A  Revival.  7* 

1  Fount  of  everlasting  love  ! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are, 
Flowing  purely  from  above  ; 
Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lo  !  thy  church,  athirst  and  faint. 

Drinks  the  full,  refreshing  tide ; 
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CHURCII  RELATIONS. 

Thou  hast  heard  her  sad  complaint, 
Floods  of  grace  are  sweeping  wide  ! 

3  God  of  mercy !  to  thy  throne 

Now  our  fervent  thanks  we  bring  ; 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone, 
Joyous  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

4  While  we  lift  our  grateful  song, 

Let  the  Spirit  still  descend  ; 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end  ! 

Bay  Palmer,  1858. 
VIII.— MISSIONS. 

±2\J  i  •  Psalm  67.  7& 

1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace ! 
Show  the  brightness  of  thy  face  ; 
Shine  upon  us,  Saviour  !  shine ; 
Fill  thy  church  with  light  divine  ; 
And  thy  saving  health  extend 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end. 

2  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord  ! 
Be  by  all  that  live  adored ; 

Let  the  nations  shout  and  sing, 
Glory  to  their  Saviour  King ; 
At  thy  feet  their  tributes  pay, 
And  thy  holy  will  obey. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  thee,  Lord  ! 
Earth  shall  then  her  fruits  afford ; 
God  to  man  his  blessing  give ; 
Man  to  God  devoted  live ; 

All  below,  and  all  above, 

One  in  joy,  and  light,  and  love. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 
120o.  Psalm  67.  7a 

1  On  thy  church,  O  Power  divine  ! 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine  ; 
Till  the  nations,  from  afar, 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star  ; 
7;j-i 


MISSIONS. 

Till  her  sons,  from  zone  to  zone, 
Make  thy  great  salvation  known. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase, 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace, 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

Harriet  Avber,  1829. 
Jl  **yJ*r»  The  triumphant  Reign  of  Christ.  7s. 

1  See  the  ransomed  millions  stand, 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hand  ! 
This,  before  the  throne,  their  strain,  — 
"  Hell  is  vanquished  ;  death  is  slain  ! 

2  Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall,  — 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !  " 

3  Hasten,  Lord  !  the  promised  hour  ; 
Come  in  glory,  and  in  power  ; 
Still  thy  foes  are  unsubdued  ; 
Nature  sidis  to  be  renewed. 

4  Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 

All  things,  with  thy  bride,  say,  "  Come ! " 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore, 
Come,  —  and  reign  for  evermore. 

Josiah  Conde--   1836. 
J  wav/»  Christ's  universal  Re iyn.  7s. 

1  "Wake  the  song  of  jubilee  ; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power. 

2  All  ye  nations  !  join  and  sing ; 
Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, — 

"  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore ! " 
735 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice  ; 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Joy !  the  whole  creation  sings,  — 
"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !  " 

Leonard  Bacon,  1833. 

1911 

x  **  *-  J-  •  The  Glory -beaming  Star.  7s. 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ;  — 
Traveler !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory -beaming  star !  — 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? — « 
Traveler !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel :  — 

2  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ;  — 
Traveler !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends ; — 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? — 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth !  - — 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  ;  — 
Traveler !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  ;  — 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  !  — 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 

John  Bowring,  1825. 
\-Ld\.*d*  Home  Missions.  7s. 

1  Soldiers  of  the  cross !  arise  ; 

Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright ; 
Mighty  are  your  enemies, 

Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight ; 
736 


O'er  a  faithless  fallen  world, 

Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky, 
Let  it  float  there,  wide  unfurled, 

Bear  it  onward,  lift  it  high. 
Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 

Strangers  to  the  living  word, 
Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 

Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard ; 
To  the  weary  and  the  worn, 

Tell  of  realms  where  sorrows  cease  ; 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn, 

Speak  of  mercy,  grace,  and  peace. 
Guard  the  helpless,  seek  the  strayed, 

Comfort  troubles,  banish  grief; 
With  the  Spirit's  sword  arrayed, 

Scatter  sin  and  unbelief : 
Be  the  banner  still  unfurled, 

Bear  it  bravely  still  abroad, 
Till  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 

William  WalsJmm  How,  1854. 


12P 


O .  Tlie  Spread  of  the  Gospel.  C.  P.  M. 

1  God  of  the  nations  !  bow  thine  ear, 
And  listen  to  our  fervent  prayer, 

Through  thy  beloved  Son  ; 
Build  up  the  kingdom  of  Ins  grace, 
Amid  the  millions  of  our  race, 

And  make  thy  wonders  known. 

2  Send  forth  the  heralds  in  his  name  ; 
Bid  them  a  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
Till  distant  lands  shall  hear  the  sound, 
And  send  the  joyful  echoes  round, 

Amid  the  shades  of  death. 

3  Hast  thou  not  given  the  heavenly  word, 
That  all  the  earth  shall  know  the  Lord, 

And  to  his  sceptre  bow  ? 

47  737 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

And  is  not  this  the  favored  hour, 
When  many  a  realm  shall  feel  his  power, 
And  pay  the  solemn  vow  ? 

4  Oh !  let  the  nations  rise,  and  bring 
Their  offerings  to  th'  almighty  King, 

And  trust  in  him  alone  ; 
Renounce  their  idols,  and  adore 
The  God  of  gods  for  evermore, 

Upon  his  lofty  throne. 

5  The  dying  millions  thus  shall  prove 
The  matchless  power  of  bleeding  love, 

And  feel  their  sins  forgiven ; 
Shall  join  the  converts'  joyful  throng, 
And  raise  on  high  redemption's  song, 

Along  the  path  to  heaven. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1834. 

1911 

l^lT.  Home  Missions.  C.  P.  M. 

1  When,  Lord !  to  this  our  western  land, 
Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 

Our  wandering  fathers  came, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in  youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 

To  keep  them  in  thy  name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallowed  by  thy  rites,  by  prayer, 

And  blossomed  as  the  rose. 

3  And,  Oh !  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet, 

Within  our  spreading  land  : 
There  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam  ; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 
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r 


MISSIONS. 

4  Saviour  !  we  own  this  debt  of  love  : 
Oh  !  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  name, 
Through  all  our  desert  west. 

Henry  U.  Ondcrdonk,  1823. 
1 JL  1 0  •  The  great  Conqueror.  H.  M. 

1  All  hail !  incarnate  God ! 

The  wondrous  things,  foretold 
Of  thee,  in  sacred  writ, 

With  joy  our  eyes  behold ; 
Still  does  thine  arm  new  trophies  wear, 
And  monuments  of  glory  rear. 

2  Oh  !  haste,  victorious  Prince ! 

That  glorious,  happy  day, 
When  souls,  like  drops  of  dew, 

Shall  own  thy  gentle  sway; 
Oh !  may  it  bless  our  longing  eyes, 
And  bear  our  shouts  beyond  the  skies  ! 

3  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord ! 

Eternal  be  thy  reign  ; 
Behold  the  nations  sue 

To  wear  thy  gentle  chain : 
When  earth  and  time  are  known  no  more, 
Thy  throne  shall  stand  for  ever  sure. 

Elizabeth  Scott,  1763. 
12lO.  Psalm  45.  H.  M. 

1  Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword, 

Ascend  thy  shining  car, 
And  march,  almighty  Lord ! 

To  wage  thy  holy  war : 
Before  his  wheels,  in  glad  surprise, 
Ye  valleys  !  rise ;  and  sink,  ye  hills  ! 

2  Before  thine  awful  face 

Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
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CHURCH   RELATIONS. 

The  captives  of  thy  grace, — 
That  grace  which  conquers  all : 

The  world  shall  know,  great  King  of  kings! 

"What  wondrous  things  thine  arm  can  do. 
3  Here,  to  my  willing  soul, 

Bend  thy  triumphant  way  ; 

Here  every  foe  control, 

And  all  thy  power  display  : 

My  heart,  thy  throne,  blest  Jesus  !  see, 

Bows  low  to  thee,  to  thee  alone. 

Philip  Doddriduc,  1736. 
J.  JL  1  I  •  Prayer  for  the  Spirit.  H.  M. 

1  O  thou  that  nearest  prayer ! 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word  ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord! 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  Heavenly  Father,  thou  ;  — 

We,  children  of  thy  grace  : 
Oh  !  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend,  and  fill  the  place  : 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  Oh  !  send  thy  Spirit  down 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord ! 
With  great  success  to  crown 

The  preaching  of  thy  word, 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

John  Bwt?n,  1824. 
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MISSIONS. 
1 L  1  O  .  .HV>m«  Jfirtum*  L.  iL 

1  Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 

0  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 
In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted,  in  this  laud  of  light. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  thee! 

3  Send  forth  thy  heralds,  Lord  !  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened  old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak. 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

William  C  Bryant,  1840. 
1—  1»J»  The  Glory  of  tlie  latter  Day.  L.  it 

1  Arise,  arise  ;  with  joy  survey 
The  glory  of  the  latter  day ; 
Already  is  the  dawn  begun 
Which  marks  at  hand  a  rising  sun. 

2  "  Behold  the  way  !  "  ye  heralds  !  cry  ; 
Spare  not.  but  lift  your  voices  high  ; 
Convey  the  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
Glad  tidings  to  the  captive  soul. 

o  Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill, 

Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dwell ! 
He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne. 
And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

4  The  north  gives  up ;  the  south  no  more 
Keeps  back  her  consecrated  store  ; 
From  east  to  west  the  message  runs, 
And  either  India  yields  her  sons. 

5  Auspicious  dawn  !  thy  rising  ray 
With  joy  we  view,  and  hail  the  day : 
Great  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  glad  surprise. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809,  a. 

1990 

\.md£d\J •  F0r  a  missionary  Meeting.  L.  M. 

1  Assembled  at  thy  great  command, 
Before  thy  face,  dread  King !  we  stand : 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands,  to  spread 
The  truth,  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 

0  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, . 

.  Our  counsels  aid  ;  and,  Oh  !  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread ,the  spacious  world  around. 

William  B.  Collyer,  1812. 
1  --  !  i  The  Success  of  Missions.  L.  M. 

1  Thy  people,  Lord  !  who  trust  thy  word, 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son, 

To  be  a  light  to  gentile  lands  ; 
To  open  the  benighted  eye, 

And  loose  the  wretched  prisoner's  bands  ? 
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MISSIONS. 

3  Hast  thou  not  said,  —  from  sea  to  sea, 

His  vast  dominion  shall  extend  ; 
That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

4  jNow  let  the  happy  time  appear, 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come  ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banished  children  home. 

Mrs.  Vote,  1806. 

1999 

X  —  ****•  Pentecostal  Grace.  L.  M. 

1  O  Spirit  of  the  living  God ! 

In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
"Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above. 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion  —  order,  in  thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4 "Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh, 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

5  God,  from  eternit}r,  hath  willed,  — 

All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see ; 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled,  [thee. 

The  Saviour's  sufferings  crowned,  through 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
'-'  •  Pleading  for  the  Perishing.  L.  M. 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies ! 

And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear  ? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 

Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 
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122? 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 

Till  Zion's  mouldering  walls  thou  raise  ? 
Till  thine  own  power  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise? 

3  Look  down,  0  God !  with  pitying  eye, 

And  view  the  desolation  round ; 
See,  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

4  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 

And  call  the  nations  from  afar ; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

5  On  all  our  souls  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  in  copious  showers ; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  Friend  ; 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
\-+*Zi~T»  Christ's  coming  to  reign.  L.  M, 

1  Jesus  !  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes, 

For  thine  expected  coming  waits  ; 
When  will  the  promised  light  arise, 
And  glory  beam  from  Zion's  gates  ? 

2  E'en  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall, 

And  wintry  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 
Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall, 
And  deem  that  our  redemption 's  nigh. 

3  Oh !  come  and  reign  o'er  every  land  ; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurled, 
All  nations  bow  to  thy  command, 
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

4  Teach  us,  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 

To  wait  for  the  appointed  hour ; 
And  fit  us,  by  thy  grace,  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  thy  conquering  power. 

William  H.  Bathurst,  1831. 
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mission. 

1  —  — »-).  T7t€  Time  to  favor  Zion.  L-  iL 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds!  display  thy  power; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour : 

Oh  !  bid  the  morning  star  arise  ; 
Oh !  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds  and  eastern  plains ; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known  ; 
Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

0  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  : 
Dispel  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

B.  H.  Draper,  1816. 
J-  —  — »U»  The  coming  of  Cirist's  Kingdom.  L.  &L 

1  Jesus  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 

TVe  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  nice  ; 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  o'erwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears ; 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears ! 

3  Lord !  arm  thy  truth  with  power  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

4  Oh  !  rise,  ye  ransomed  captives  !  rise, 

Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 
Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 

And  heaven  with  new-born  rapture  glow. 

Nathan  S,  S.  Beman,  1832. 
\JLJL(  ,  Zion's  Glory.  L.  .M. 

1  Zion  !  awake,  thy  strength  renew, 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue  ; 
And  let  th'  admiring  world  behold 
The  Kind's  fair  daughter  clothed  in  gold. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

2  Church  of  our  God  !  arise  and  shine, 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine  ; 
Then  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 

3  Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view  ; 
And  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too ;  — 
They  come,  like  clouds  across  the  sky, 
As  doves  that  to  their  windows  fly. 

William  Shrubsole,  1780. 
J-—*-Oi  The  universal  Reign  of  Clirist.  L.  M. 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord  !  awake,  awake ; 

Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake ; 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy,  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah  —  God  alone  ! " 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ; 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood,  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Almighty  God !  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  clime,  of  every  name, 
Till  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  —  Lord  of  all. 

William  Shrubsole,  1776. 

1 990 

X-*****J  •  The  coming  Reign  of  Christ.  L.  M. 

1  Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King ! 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

Let  humble  mourners  see  thy  face ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 
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MISSIONS. 

3  Oh !  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, — 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1787. 

±ZM.  PSALM    110.  L.  M. 

1  Tnus  the  eternal  Father  spake 

To  Christ,  the  Son :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed  ; 

Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 

When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

4  O  blessed  power !  O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  victory  shall  ensue ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
\-JdO  I  ,  The  final  Anthem  of  Triumph.  L.  M. 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies,  — 
That  song  of  triumph,  which  records, 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God  !  to  thee  ; 

And,  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Wave  thou  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 

3  Oh !  that  the  anthem,  now  might  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell,  — 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

Anon.,  1829. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 
IZOZ.  Psalm  G7.  C.  T& 

1  Shine,  mighty  God !  on  Zioii  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God? 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  ! 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 
Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

4  Earth  shall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increase  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land, 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

5  God,  the  Redeemer,  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favors  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see.  adore,  and  fear. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719,  a. 


J2'9£ 


tJ*J»  The  Conversion  of  Israel.  CM. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion !  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust,  — 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength,  — 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
Thy  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length,  — 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 
Say  to  the  south, — "Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  !  " 

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MISSIONS. 

4  They  come  !  they  come  !  thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
"With  songs,  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
\£*}±*  Psalm  £6.  CM. 

1  Sino  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  ! 

Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ! 
His  new-discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  —  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  Almighty  Son ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

0  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day  ; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 
Ye  mountains  !  sink  ;  ye  valleys  !  rise  ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 
-  00»  The  Diffusion  of  the  Gospel.  C.  II. 

1  Great  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine ; 
And,  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord !  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  Lord!  -when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  aronnd, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul, 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound ! 

4  Oh !  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word, 
And  vassals,  long  enslaved,  become 
The  freedmen  of  the  Lord  ? 

5  When  shall  th'  untutored  India  tribes, 

A  dark,  bewildered  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  ImmanueFs  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace ! 

6  Smile !  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays  ; 
And  build,  on  sin's  demolished  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

Thomas  Gibbons,  1769. 
xZO\),  The  latter  Day.  CM, 

1  Lord  !  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly, 

Armed  with  thy  Spirit's  power  ; 
Ten  thousands  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  its  grace, 

The  barren  wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens  and  fruits  arrayed, — 
A  blooming  paradise. 

o  Peace,  with  her  olives  crowned,  shall  stretch 
Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
Nor  murderous  cannon  roar. 

4  Lord !  for  these  days  we  wait ; —  these  days 
Are  in  thy  word  foretold  : 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars  !  and  bring 
This  promised  age  of  gold. 
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MISSIONS. 

5  Am^ii !  —  with  joy  divine,  let  earth's 
Unnumbered  myriads  cry ; 
Amen  !  —  with  joy  divine,  let  heaven's 
Unnumbered  choirs  reply. 

Thomas  Gibbons,  1769. 
lZOi  •  The  Gospel  Heralds.  C.  M. 

1  Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim, 

Ye  favored  men  of  God  ! 
Go,  publish,  through  Immanuel's  name, 
Salvation  bought  with  bloocL 

2  He,  who  has  called  you  to  the  war, 

Will  recompense  your  pains  : 
Before  Messiah's  conquering  car, 
Shall  mountains  sink  to  plains. 

3  Shrink  not,  though  earth  and  hell  oppose, 

But  plead  your  Master's  cause ; 
Assured  that  e'en  your  mightiest  foe 
Shall  bow  before  his  cross. 

Thomas  Morell,  1818. 
XZOO*  The  Heralds  of  the  Gospel.  8s&7s. 

1  Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven ! 

Bear  the  gospel's  banner  high ; 
Rest  not,  till  its  light  is  given, 

Star  of  every  pagan  sky : 
Send  it  where  the  pilgrim  stranger 

Faints  beneath  the  torrid  ray  ; 
Bid  the  red-browed  forest-ranger 

Hail  it,  ere  he  fades  away. 

2  "Where  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow, 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders, 

Brightly  bid  its  radiance  How : 
India  marks  its  lustre  stealing  ; 

Shivering  Greenland  loves  its  rays ; 
Afric,  'mid  her  deserts  kneeling, 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 


CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

0  Rude  in  speech,  or  grim  in  feature, 

Dark  in  spirit,  though  they  be, 
Show  that  light  to  every  creature  — 

Prince  or  vassal,  bond  or  free  : 
Lo  !  they  haste  to  every  nation : 

Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply  : 
Onward  !  Christ  is  your  salvation, 

And  your  death  is  victory. 

Mrs.  Lydia  H.  Sigournnj,  1833. 
XJ^fjiJ*  Spreading  wide  the  Gospel.  8s  &  7s. 

1  Saviour  !  sprinkle  many  nations, 

Fruitful  let  thy  sorrows  be ; 
By  thy  pains  and  consolations, 

Draw  the  Gentiles  unto  thee : 
Of  thy  Cross  the  wondrous  story, 

Be  it  to  the  nations  told ; 
Let  them  see  thee  in  thy  glory, 

And  thy  mercy  manifold. 

2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  thee  would  rest, 
Thirsting,  as  for  dews  of  even, 

As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain  ; 
Thee  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 

Thee,  as  man,  for  sinners  slain. 

3  Saviour,  lo !  the  isles  are  waiting, 

Stretched  the  hand,  and  strained  the  sight, 
For  thy  Spirit,  new  creating, 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light ; 
Give  the  word,  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot,  and  touch  the  tongue, 
Till  on  earth,  by  every  creature, 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung. 

Arthur  Cleveland  Coxc,  1851. 
1240.  Good  Soldiers.  7s  &  Gs. 

1   Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ! 


MISSIONS. 

Lift  high  his  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss: 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
Ye  that  are  men  .'now  serve  him, 

Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ; 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you  ; 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
"Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ; 

The  strife  will  not  be  long  ; 
This  day,  the  noise  of  battle,  — 

The  next,  the  victor's  song : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He,  with  the  King  of  glory, 

Shall  reign  eternally  ! 

Gccrrye  Dujfidd,  1&8. 


1241. 


Psalm  14.  7s  &  Ga 

1  On  !  that  the  Lord's  salvation 
Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 
To  lead  his  outcasts  home ! 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 


How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord !  in  pity, 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 
2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart ; 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Their  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 

And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 

Henry  Francis  Lytc,  1834- 

1919 

A— rfxwt  Salvation  for  all  the  World.  7s  &  6a. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand,  — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What,  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ? 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone  ! 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high,  — 
Can  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  Oh  !  salvation !  — 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

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MISSIONS. 

4  "Waft,  waft,  ye  winds  !  his  story, 

And  you.  ye  waters  !  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till,  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign  ! 

Reginald  Hcber,  1819. 
1  —  "i  O  •  Success  of  the  Gospel.  7s  k  6a. 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking ; 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears ; 
Each  breeze,  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 

Brings  tidings,  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  "come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  ; 
Each  cry,  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing,  — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation  ! 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 
Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  :  — 


CHURCH    RELATIONS. 

Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 

Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1843. 

1911 

A-^I'  The  universal  Hallelujah.  7s  &  6a. 

1  "When  shall  the  voice  of  sinjnno- 

Flow  joyfully  along, 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
A  second  time  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reijm  ? 

2  Then,  from  the  craggy  mountains, 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  hymn  around, 
All,  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  continued  sound. 

James  Edmeston,  1822. 
AwT»7»  Missionaries  departing.  7s  &  6s, 

1  Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ! 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below  : 
Arise,  ye  gales  !  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade,  no  more. 

2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler ! 

Who  boldest,  in  thine  arm, 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 
Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
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MISSIONS. 

Thy  presence  e'er  be  with  them. 

Wherever  they  may  be; 
Though  far  from  us,  who  love  them, 

Still  Jet  them  be  with  thee. 

James  Edmeston,  1S22. 
1  -  4  U .  The  Day  of  Jubilee.  7a  k  Gh 

1  How  beauteous,  on  the  mountains, 

The  feet  of  him  that  brings, 
Like  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things  ; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace  ! 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  O  watchman  ! 

And  shout,  from  Zion's  towers, 
Thy  hallelujah  chorus,  — 

'*  The  victory  is  ours  !  " 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  lion, 

Shall  wear  his  rightful  crown. 

3  Break  forth  in  hymns  of  gladness  ; 

O  waste  Jerusalem ! 
Let  songs,  instead  of  sadness, 

Thy  jubilee  proclaim ; 
The  Lord,  in  strength  victorious, 

Upon  thy  foes  hath  trod ; 
Behold,  0  earth !  the  glorious 

Salvation  of  our  God  ! 

Benjamin  Govsjh,  18C5. 
A  -*  T  I  •  Success  of  the  G .  .    '.  8a,  7s  k  1 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Cheered  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  righteousness  !  arising, 
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Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day ; 

Send  the  gospel, 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness,  — 

Grant  them,  Lord!  the  glorious  light; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour !  all  the  world  around. 

William  Williams,  1772,  a. 
i^O,  Light  for  the  Gentiles.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness, 

Let  the  eye  of  pity  gaze ; 
See  the  kindreds  of  the  people, 

Lost  in  sin's  bewildering  maze  ;  — 

Darkness  brooding 
On  the  face  of  all  the  earth  ! 

2  Light  of  them  that  sit  in  darkness  ! 

Rise  and  shine,  thy  blessings  bring ; 
Light,  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles ! 
Rise  with  healing  in  thy  wing : 

To  thy  brightness, 
Let  all  kings  and  nations  come. 

3  May  the  heathen,  now  adoring 

Idol-gods  of  wood  and  stone, 
Come,  and,  worshiping  before  him, 
Serve  the  living  God  alone : 

Let  thy  glory 
Fill  the  earth,  as  floods  the  sea. 
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MISSI.ONS. 

4  Thou,  to  whom  all  power  is  given ! 
Speak  the  word ;  at  thy  command, 
Let  the  company  of  preachers 

Spread  thy  name  from  land  to  land  : 

Lord!  be  with  them, 
Alway  to  the  end  of  time. 

Thomas  Cottcrill,  1819. 
XZ±J*  The  Spirit  and  the  Word.  8s,  7s  &  1 

1  Wno  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit ! 

Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 

Men  may  preach,  but,  till  thou  favor, 

Heathens  still  will  be  the  same : 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised,  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations  ; 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise: 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 

Must  be  vain  without  thy  aid ; 

But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us  ; 

All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said : 

Gracious  Spirit ! 
O'er  the  world  thy  influence  shed. 

"  Eriphas,"  Eng.,  1821. 
A  aOU.  The  Heralds  of  Salvation.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, — 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive ! 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

AH  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

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CHURCH    RELATIONS. 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning  ;  — 
Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
■*•  •—  *J  A  •  Davming  of  the  latter  Day.  8s,  7s  &  4, 

1  Yes,  we  trust,  the  day  is  breaking ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land ; 

Mark  his  progress ! 
Darkness  flies,  at  his  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  Hood, 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  ! 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land ; 

Let  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord !  at  thy  command. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
.!—»)—.  Publishing  the  Gospel.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Songs  anew  of  honor  framing, 

Sing  ye  to  the  Lord  alone, 
All  his  Avondrous  works  proclaiming ;  — 
Jesus  wondrous  works  hath  done  ; 

Glorious  victory 
His  right  hand  and  arm  have  won. 

2  Now  he  bids  his  great  salvation 

Through  the  heathen  lands  be  told ; 
Spread  the  news  through  every  nation, 
And  his  acts  of  grace  unfold  ; 

All  the  heathen 
Shall  his  righteousness  behold. 
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MISSIONS. 

3  Shout  aloud,  aud  hail  the  Saviour; 
Jesus,  Lord  of  all,  proclaim  ; 
As  ye  triumph  in  his  favor, 

All  ye  lauds  !  declare  his  fame  ; 

Loud  rejoicing, 
Shout  the  honors  of  his  name. 

William  Goode,  1811. 
X  ~  OtJ  •  Fountain  of  Life,  8s,  7s  &  t 

1  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ! 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain, 
That  supplies  the  world  below  : 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay : 

O  ye  nations ! 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
li'JTi  "I  am  with  you  always."  6s  &  is. 

1  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad ; 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done  ; 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And,  from  his  lofty  throne, 

Satan  is  hurled. 

2  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to. fly  ; 
They,  who  his  message  bear 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear; 
He  will  their  Friend  appear  ; 

He  will  be  nigh. 

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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

3  When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stayed  on  his  word  ; 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand  — 

Jesus,  their  Lord. 

4  Ye  who,  forsaking  all, 

At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign  ! 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1S09. 
Christ  for  the  World. 

1  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world'  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  zeal ; 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 

Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer ; 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passions  tossed, 
Redeemed,  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord  ; 
With  us  th'e  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 
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MISSIONS. 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

"With  joyful  song  ; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

Samuel  Wolcott,  1869. 


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The  unirersal  Reign  of  Christ.  S.  M. 

1  0  Lord,  our  God  !  arise ; 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide,  o'er  all  the  peopled  world, 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise,  — 

Expand  thy  quickening  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth  !  arise,  — 

To  God,  the  Saviour,  sing ; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 

Ralph  Wardlaw,  1803. 

1/57.  Psalm  67.  S.  M. 

1  To  bless  thy  chosen  race, 

In  mercy,  Lord  !  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine ;  — 

2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Whilst  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 
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CHUECH  KELATIONS. 

3  Let  differing  nations  join 

To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord !  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

4  Oh  !  let  them  shout  and  sing, 

With  joy  and  pious  mirth  ; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

Nahum  Tate,  1G3G. 
YJL OO.  The  Spread  of  the  Gospel.  S.  M. 

1  O  God  of  sovereign  grace ! 

We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord  ! 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

Anon.,  1825. 
XJiOt/t  Christ's  Coming.  S.  M. 

1  Come,  Lord  !  and  tarry  not ; 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day  ; 
Oh  !  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

2  Come,  for  thy  saints  still  wait ; 

Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come ! 
Dost  thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

3  Come,  and  make  all  things  new, 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 
Restore  our  faded  paradise,  — 
Creation's  second  birth. 

4  Come  and  begin  thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace ; 
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MISSIONS. 

Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  righteousness  ! 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
IX.— WORKING  AND  GIVING. 
1 2.  () U  .  The  Panoply  of  God.  8.  M. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ !  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, — 
Strong,  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 
Through  his  eternal  Son  :  — 

2  Strong,  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued  ; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  :  — 

4  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

G  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  ail  his  soldiers,  "  Come," 
Till  Christ,  the  Lord,  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Charles  Wesley,  1849. 
IaOIi  Ministering  for  Christ.  8.  M. 

1  Laborers  of  Christ !  arise, 
And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise,  from  the  skies, 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

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CHURCH    RELATIONS. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore ; 
And,  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  store. 

3  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest ; 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

4  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth, 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil ; 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

3frs.  Lydia  H.  Sigourney,  1841. 
J  -■*  )—  •  Sowing  and  Reaping.  S.  M. 

1  Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed ; 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

0  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

4  Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 
The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry  "  Harvest-home  ! " 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
X.J,\)0%  The  Law  of  Love.  8.  M, 

1  On  !  praise  our  God  to-day, 

His  constant  mercy  bless, 
Whose  love  hath  helped  us  on  our  way, 
And  granted  us  success. 
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WORKING  AXD  GIVING. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 

Our  daily  toil  to  bear ; 
His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts, 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 

3  Oh  !  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  cup  of  woe, 
By  deeds  of  holy  love  ! 

4  Lord  !  may  it  be  our  choice 

This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 
"  Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

5  God  of  the  widow  !  hear ; 

Our  work  of  mercy  bless  ; 

God  of  the  fatherless  !  be  near, 

And  grant  us  good  success. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  1852. 
1^*1)4:.  Doing  Good.  8.  M. 

1  We  give  thee  but  thine  own, 

Whate'er  the  gift  may  be: 
All  that  we  have  is  thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord  !  from  thee. 

2  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

3  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

4  And  we  believe  thy  word, 

Though  dim  our  faith  may  be : 
Whate'er  for  thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  thee. 

IVriiam.  WahJiMm  How,  1S54. 
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1205. 


CHURCH    RELATIONS. 


Contributions.  S.  M. 


1  Tiif  bounties,  gracious  Lord  ! 

With  gratitude  we  own  ; 
We  bless  thy  providential  grace, 
Which  showers  its  blessings  down. 

2  With  joy  the  people  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne; 
With  thankful  souls,  behold  !  we  pay 
A  tribute  of  thine  own. 

0  Let  a  Redeemer's  blood 

Diffuse  its  virtues  wide  ; 
Hallow  and  cleanse  our  every  gift, 
And  all  our  follies  hide. 

4  Oh !  may  this  sacrifice 

To  thee,  the  Lord,  ascend, 
An  odor  of  a  sweet  perfume, 
Presented  by  his  hand. 

5  Well  pleased  our  God  shall  view 

The  products  of  his  grace ; 
And,  in  a  plentiful  reward, 
Fulfill  his  promises. 

Elizabeth  Scott,  1S06. 
J.  .-.DO*  The  good  Samaritan. 

1  Fattier  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 

All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh  !  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief, 

In  low  distress,  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 
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WORKING  AND  GIVING. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  dying  men, 

When  throned  above  the  skies  ; 
And  midst  th'  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love,  the  Saviour  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 
And  made  the  richest  of  his  blood 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
lZV  i  i  Relieving  the  Poor.  C.  M. 

1  Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love  ! 

To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 
And,  to  thy  sovereign  bounty,  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  paths  of  life, 

With  every  cheering  ray, 
Kindly  restrains  the  rising  tear, 
Or  wipes  that  tear  away. 

3  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord! 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
Alas  !  the  goodness,  worms  can  yield, 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

4  To  tents  of  woe,  to  beds  of  pain, 

We  cheerfully  repair ; 
And,  with  the  gift  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

5  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy, 

The  orphan  shall  be  fed  ;  • 
And  hungering  souls  we'll  gladly  point 
To  Christ,  the  living  Bread. 

James  Boden,  1801. 
A^-UO.  Remembering  the  Poor.  CM. 

1  Lord  !  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  love's  treasure  still  be  spent, 
Like  his,  upon  the  poor. 

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CHUECH  RELATIONS. 

2  Like  him,  thro'  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
"VVe,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill ; 
And,  that  thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make ; 

Yet  thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord ! 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

William  Croswell,  1831. 
x£,\)tj»  Christ  relieved  in  his  Saints.  CM. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord  !  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 

Thy  bounties  —  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light, 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine. 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace, 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  may'st  thou  be  clothed,  and  fed, 

And  visited,  and  cheered  ; 
And,  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  be  heard. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
lZ  I  U.  Psalm  112.  C.  M. 

1  Happy  is  he,  that  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands  ; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 
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WORKING    AND   GIVING. 

2  As  pity  dwells,  within  his  breast, 

To  all  the  sons  of  need, 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request, 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  Xo  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well-established  mind  ; 

His  soul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  distress, 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
M.Zii  M.%  Christian  Charity.  CM. 

1  Blest  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  ;  — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel. 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief ; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love, 

Ilis  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 
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CHURCH  RELATIONS. 

5  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 
The  Lord  to  him  will  give  ; 
And,  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

Mrs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1772. 
1  -  i  — .  Giving  to  God.  L.  M. 

1  0  Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea! 
To  thee  all  praise  and  glory  be  ; 

How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  thee, 
Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all  ? 

2  The  golden  sunshine,  vernal  air, 

Sweet  llowers  and  fruit  thy  love  declare ; 
When  harvests  ripen,  thou  art  there, 
Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all. 

3  For  peaceful  homes  and  healthful  days, 
For  all  the  blessings  earth  displays, 
We  owe  thee  thankfulness  and  praise, 

Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all. 

4  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace  and  hopes  of  heaven, 
What  can  to  thee,  0  Lord!  be  given, 

Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all. 

5  We  lose  what  on  ourselves  we  spend, 
We  have,  as  treasures  without  end, 
Whatever,  Lord  !   to  thee  we  lend, 

Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all? 

G  Whatever,  Lord  !  we  lend  to  thee, 
Repaid  a  thousandfold  will  be; 
Then  gladly  will  we  give  to  thee, 
Who  givest  all  —  who  givest  all. 

Christopher  Wordsworth,  18G5. 
A  &  *  *)*  The  Grace  of  Benevolence.    '  L.  M. 

1   Oil  !  what  stupendous  mercy  shines 
Around  the  majesty  of  Heaven! 
liebels  he  deigns  to  call  his  sons, 

Their  souls  renewed,  their  sins  forgiven. 

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WORKING  AND  GIVING. 

2  Go,  imitate  the  grace  divine,  — 

The  grace  that  blazes  like  the  sun ; 
Hold  forth  your  fair,  though  feeble  light, 
Through  all  your  lives  let  mercy  run. 

3  Upon  your  bounty's  willing  wings, 

Swift  let  the  great  salvation  fly  ; 

The  hungry  feed,  the  naked  clothe  ; 

To  pain  and  sickness  help  apply. 

4  When  all  is  done,  renounce  your  deeds, 

Renounce  self-righteousness  with  scorn; 
Thus  will  you  glorify  your  God, 

And  thus  the  Christian  name  adorn. 

John  Ilippon,  (?)  1787. 
1  .£  4  T  .  The  useful  Life.  L.  M. 

1  Go,  labor  on  ;  spend,  and  be  spent,  — 

Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went ; 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  'tis  not  for  naught ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain; 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not; 
The  Master  praises ;  —  what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough,  while  here, 

If  he  shall  praise  thee,  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer  : 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
The  midnight  peal  :  —  "  Behold  !  I  come  !  " 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
*£*>)•  Psalm  41.  L.  M. 

1  Blkst  is  the  man  whose  heart  doth  move, 
And  melt  with  pity,  to  the  poor; 
Whose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 
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CHUKCII    RELATIONS. 

2  His  heart  contrives,  for  their  relief, 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven, 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
\Li  O.  Psalm  112.  L.M. 

1  Thrice  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trusts  his  word ! 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 

And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined ; 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  His  soul,  well-fixed  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amid  the  darkness,  light  shall  rise, 

To  cheer  his  heart,  and  bless  his  eyes. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
\-£i  •   »  •  Jesus,  the  Model  of  Bcnevolenre.  L,  M. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord  !  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

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WORKING  AND  GIVING. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank: 

4  But  he,  who  marks,  from  day  to-day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  the  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Thomas  Gibbons,  1784. 
1^1  Oi  The  coining  of  Christ's  Kingdom.  C.  M. 

1  Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear, 
The  barren  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom ! 

2  Events,  with  prophecies,  conspire 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire : 
The  ripening  fields,  already  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  our  sight. 

3  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring, 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

Mrs.  Voke,  1806. 
*.£  I  *J  •  The  Blessedness  of  giving.  Si  &  7s. 

1  Lord  of  glory  !  thou  hast  bought  jis, 

With  thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging,  for  the  lost  ones, 

That  tremendous  sacrifice ; 
And,  with  that,  hast  freely  given 

Blessings,  countless  as  the  sand, 
To  th'  unthankful  and  the  evil, 

With  thine  own  unsparing  hand. 

2  Grant  us  hearts,  dear  Lord !  to  yield  thee 

Gladly,  freely,  of  thine  own  ; 
With  the  sunshine  of  thy  goodness, 
Melt  our  thankless  hearts  of  stone: 


C1IURCH  RELATIONS. 

Till  our  cold  and  selfish  natures, 

Warmed  by  thee,  at  length  believe, 
That  more  happy,  and  more  blessed, 

'T  is  to  give  than  to  receive. 
Wondrous  honor  hast  thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity, 
In  thine  own  mysterious  sentence,  — 

"  Ye  have  done  it  unto  me : " 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  thee  boldly, 

Hope,  to  stay  our  souls  on  thee  ; 
But,  Oh  !  —  best  of  all  thy  graces  — 

Give  us  thine  own  charity. 

Mrs. Alderson,  1868. 


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►  Honoring  Christ's  Cause. 

Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ! 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ! 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine  victorious  love ; 
Be  his  kingdom  now  promoted, 

Let  the  earth  her  monarch  know  ; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted, 

To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 

With  my  substance,  I  will  honor, 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord ; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 

Ml  were  nothing  to  his  word ; 
While  the  heralds  of  salvation, 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station 

Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

Benjamin  Francis,  1787. 


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Psalm  126.  8s  &  7a 

1  He,  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  from  above  : 

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1282 


WOKKING  AND  GIVING. 

Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven, 
Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine  ; 

Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy  ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy  : 
Lo  !  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear  ! 
Look  again  ;  the  fields  are  whitening, 

For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 

Thomas  Hastings,  1836. 

XL-SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

I.— EEECTIOX  OF  CHUKCHES. 


"Annulare  Fundamcntum."  H.  M. 

1  Christ  is  our  Corner-Stone ; 

On  him  alone  we  build  ; 
With  his  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled : 
On  his  great  love  our  hopes  we  place, 
Of  present  grace  and  joys  above. 

2  Oh  !  then,  with  hymns  of  praise, 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing, 
And  thus  proclaim,  in  joyful  song, 
Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God  !  do  thou 

For  evermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  : 
In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 
Each  holy  day,  thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 

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SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore  : 
Until  that  day,  when  all  the  blest 
To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 

Tr.,  John  Chandler,  1837. 
IZoO.  The  House  of  Prayer.  H.  M. 

1  Great  Father  of  mankind  ! 

We  bless  that  wondrous  grace, 
Which  could  for  Gentiles  find, 

Within  thy  courts,  a  place  : 
How  kind  the  care  our  God  displays, 
For  us  to  raise  a  house  of  prayer ! 

2  To  thee  our  souls  we  join, 

And  love  thy  sacred  name  ; 
No  more  our  own,  but  thine, 

We  triumph  in  thy  claim  ; 
Our  Father- King  !  thy  covenant-grace 
Our  souls  embrace,  thy  titles  sing. 

3  May  all  the  nations  throng, 

To  worship  in  thy  house  ; 
And  thou  attend  the  song, 

And  smile  upon  their  vows ; 
Indulgent  still,  till  earth  conspire 
To  join  the  choir,  on  Zion's  hill. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
A^OtTt  Opening  a  Place  of  Worship.  H.  M. 

1  Great  King  of  glory  !  come, 

And,  with  thy  favor,  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome  — 

This  people  as  thine  own : 
Beneath  this  roof,  Oh !  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

2  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praise  ascend, 
All-fragrant,  to  the  skies  : 
778 


ERECTION   OF  CHURCHES. 

Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

3  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 
And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above ; 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

Benjamin  Francis,  1787. 
lZOO.  A  Mouse  for  God.  L.  M. 

1  Here,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God ! 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee  ; 
Oh !  choose  it  for  thy  fixed  abode, 
From  every  error  keep  it  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
Still,  by  the  power  of  his  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

3  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, — 

"Hosanna!" — to  their  heavenly  King, 
Let  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong; 
u  Hosanna  !  " —  let  the  angels  sin£. 

4  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

5  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord  !  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart ! 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1825,  v.  1,  o. 
A  M  O  O  •  Laying  a  Corner-Stone.  L.  At 

1  Ant  earthly  temple  here  we  raise, 
Lord  God,  our  Saviour  !  to  thy  praise ; 
Oh !  make  thy  gracious  presence  known, 
While  now  we  lay  its  corner-stone. 
779 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

2  Within  the  house  thy  servants  rear, 
Deign  by  thy  Spirit  to  appear ; 

On  all  its  walls  salvation  write, 
From  corner-stone  to  topmost  height. 

3  And,  when  this  temple,  "  made  with  hands," 
Upon  its  firm  foundation  stands, 

Oh  !  may  we  all,  with  loving  heart, 
In  nobler  buildiDg  bear  a  part : 

4  Where  every  polished  stone  shall  be 
A  human  soul  won  back  to  thee ; 
All  resting  upon  Christ  alone,  —    . 
The  chief  and  precious  Corner-Stone. 

5  So,  when  our  toil  is  o'er  at  last, 
All  labor  in  both  temples  passed, 
Oh  !  may  it  then  by  works  be  shown, 
That  faith  hath  laid  this  corner-stone. 

Mrs.  Catherine  JET.  Johnson,  1866. 
J-ZO  I  t  Gotfs  great  Temple.  L.  M. 

1  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple,  —  built  by  God  ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 

And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high  — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  "  all  was  good  ;  " 
And,  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  't  is  not  ours  to  make  the  sea 
And  earth  and  sky  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But,  in  thy  sight,  our  offering  stands,  — 
An  humbler  temple,  "  made  with  hands." 

Nathaniel  P.  Willis,  1826. 
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ERECTION  OF  CHURCHES. 
l-OOi  Dedication  of  a  Church.  CM. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  good! 

Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
And  bless  thee  for  thy  gift,  bestowed 
On  pilgrims  here  below. 

2  Our  hearts  and  hands  hast  thou  inclined 

To  raise  this  house  of  prayer  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  seek,  and  ever  find, 
Thy  gracious  presence  here. 

3  Long  may  thy  heralds  here  proclaim 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  sinners,  taught  to  fear  thy  name, 
Repenting,  seek  thy  face. 

4  Here  may  thy  children  sweetly  feed 

On  manna  sent  from  heaven, 
Drink  freely  at  the  fountain-head, 
Whence  living  streams  are  given. 

5  Here  let  our  offspring,  and  their  sons, 

Be  of  the  Saviour  blessed  ; 
And  thus,  while  time  its  circuit  rtms, 
Find  here  a  settled  rest. 

G  To  the  eternal,  sacred  Three, 
The  great  mysterious  One, 
Now  may  this  house  devoted  be, — 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

Benjamin  Beddome,  1790. 
J. ZO » '  t  The  House  of  God.  C.  M. 

1  O  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 
Built  over  earth  and  sea  ! 

Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee. 

2  Lord  !  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 
Within  these  walls  t'  abide, 

The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end, 
Serenely  by  thy  side  ! 

781 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

3  May  erring  minds,  that  worship  hero, 

Be  taught  the  better  way ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While,  round  these  hallowed  walls,  the  storrn 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

William  C.  Bryant,  1835. 
X^«/V.  A  new  House  of  Worship.  C.  M. 

1  God  of  the  universe !  to  thee 

This  sacred  house  we  rear, 
And  now,  with  songs  and  bended  knee, 
Invoke  thy  presence  here. 

2  Long  may  this  echoing  dome  resound 

The  praises  of  thy  name, 
These  hallowed  walls  to  all  around 
The  Triune  God  proclaim. 

3  Here  let  thy  love,  thy  presence  dwell ; 

Thy  glory  here  make  known  ; 
Thy  people's  home,  Oh !  come  and  fill, 
And  seal  it  as  thine  own. 

4  And,  when  the  last  long  Sabbath  morn 

Upon  the  just  shall  rise, 
May  all  who  own  thee  here  be  borne 
To  mansions  in  the  skies. 

'Miss  Mary  0 ,  1841. 

II— FESTIVALS. 
±£tf  Lt  Thanksgivings.  7s. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  Hocks  that  roam  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain, 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  ;  — 

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FESTIVALS. 

3  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land, 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ;  — 

4  Lord  !  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise  ; 
And,  when  every  blessing  's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

Mrs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1772. 
lZ*)Z*  Psalm  107.  7a. 

1  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name ; 

For  his  mercies,  firm  and  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 
To  eternity  endure. 

2  Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  land, 
As  the  people  of  his  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 

Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 

Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

4  He,  with  health,  renews  their  frame, 

Lengthens  out  their  numbered  days  * 
Let  them  glorify  his  name, 
With  the  sacrifice  of  praise. 

5  Oh !  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

James  Montgomery,  1822. 
Oi  Our  native  Land.  7s. 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
Saints  and  angels  !  join  to  sing, 
Praise  to  heav'n's  almighty  King. 

783 


1299 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  Blessings,  from  his  liberal  hand, 
Pour  around  this  happy  land ; 
Let  our  hearts,  beneath  his  sway, 
Hail  the  bright,  triumphant  day. 

3  Now  to  thee  our  joys  ascend, 

Thou  hast  been  our  heavenly  Friend : 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Peace  and  freedom  bless  our  shore. 

4  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
Lawful  rulers  we  obey ; 
Here,  we  feel  no  tyrant's  rod, 
Here,  we  own  and  worship  God. 

5  Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  heavenly  notes  prolong. 

Nathan  Strong,  1799. 
J-  **  *J  t  •  The  Goodness  of  Providence.  L.  M. 

1  Almighty  Sovereign  of  the  skies ! 
To  thee  let  songs  of  gladness  rise ; 
Each  grateful  heart  its  tribute  bring, 
And  every  voice  thy  goodness  sing. 

2  From  thee  our  choicest  blessings  flow, 
Life,  health,  and  strength  thy  hands  bestow  ; 
The  daily  good,  thy  creatures  share, 
Springs  from  thy  providential  care. 

3  The  rich  profusion  nature  yields, 
The  harvest  waving  o'er  the  fields, 
The  cheering  light,  refreshing  shower, 
Are  gifts  from  thine  exhaustless  store. 

4  At  thy  command  the  vernal  bloom 
Revives  the  world  from  winter's  gloom, 
The  summer's  heat  the  fruit  matures, 
And  autumn  all  her  treasures  pours. 

784 


FESTIVALS. 

5  Let  every  power  of  heart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  swell  the  grateful  song ; 
While  age  and  youth  in  chorus  join, 
And  praise  the  majesty  divine. 

Nathan  Strong,  1799. 
±^*J*J»  National  Thanksgiving.  L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  passing  year  !  to  thee 

Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise ; 

With  swelling  heart  and  bending  knee, 

We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  We  bless  thy  name,  almighty  God ! 

For  all  the  kindness,  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  our  fathers  trod, 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Plere  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray  ; 
For  thou  our  country's  arms  didst  guide, 
And  led  them  on  their  conquering  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel  light, 

Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds, 
Scatters  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5  O  God !  preserve  us  in  thy  fear ; 

In  troublous  times,  our  Helper  be ; 
Diffuse  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here. 
And  may  we  worship  only  thee. 

Alfred  Woodhull,  1823. 
J.^t/0.  The  goodly  Heritage.  L.  M. 

1  How  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  King ! 
From  thee  our  various  comforts  spring; — 
The  blessings  liberty  bestows ; 

Th'  eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows. 

2  Here  commerce  spreads  the  wealthy  store 
That  pours  from  every  foreign  shore ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 

Our  voices  to  our  Maker's  praise. 
50  785 


1297 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

With  grateful  hearts,  with  joyful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 
Through  every  age,  we  '11  gladly  own, — 
Jehovah  here  has  fixed  his  throne. 

Crown  our  just  counsels  with  success  ; 
"With  peace  and  joy  our  nation  bless  ; 
Thy  sacred  rights,  O  Lord !  maintain, 
And  in  our  hearts  for  ever  reism. 

Andrew  Kippis,  1795,  a. 
•  Native  Country.  6s  &  4a. 

1  My  country  !  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land,  where  my  fathers  died  ! 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride  ! 
From  every  mountain  side, 

Let  freedom  ring ! 

2  My  native  country,  thee, — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free,  — 

Thy  name  —  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  : 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

5  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring,  from  all  the  trees, 

Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break,  — 
The  sound  prolong. 

I-  Our  fathers'  God !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
"With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
786 


FESTIVALS. 


1298. 


Protect  as,  by  thy  might, 
Great  God,  our  King ! 

Samuel  F.  Smith,  1832. 


The  national  Anniversary.  6a  &■  4a. 

1  Auspicious  morning!  hail! 
Voices,  from  hill  and  vale, 

Thy  welcome  sing : 
Joy  on  thy  dawning  breaks  ; 
Each  heart  that  joy  partakes, 
"While  cheerful  music  wakes, 

Its  praise  to  bring. 

2  When,  on  the  tyrant's  rod, 
Our  patriot  fathers  trod, 

And  dared  be  free, 
'T  was  not  in  burning  zeal, 
Firm  nerves,  and  hearts  of  steel, 
Our  country's  joy  to  seal,  — 

But,  Lord !  in  thee. 

3  Thou,  as  a  shield  of  power, 
In  battle's  awful  hour, 

Didst  round  us  stand ; 
Our  hopes  were  in  thy  throne  ; 
Strong  in  thy  might  alone, 
By  thee  our  banners  shone, 

God  of  our  land ! 

4  Long,  o'er  our  native  hills, 
Long,  by  our  shaded  rills, 

May  freedom  rest ; 
Long  may  our  shores  have  peace, 
Our  flag  grace  every  breeze, 
Our  ships  the  distant  seas, 

From  east  to  west. 

5  Peace  on  this  day  abide, 
From  morn  till  even-tide  ; 

"Wake  tuneful  song ; 

787 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

Melodious  accents  raise  ; 
Let  every  heart,  with  praise, 
Bring  high  and  grateful  lays, 
Rich,  full,  and  strong. 

Samuel  F.  Smith, 


1299. 


Our  native  Land.  Cs  &  Is. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave  ! 
Do  thou  our  country  save, 

By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou,  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guardian  with  watchful  eye  ! 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry,  — 

God  save  the  State ! 

John  S.  Dwight,  1844. 
1 OU  U  .  a  goodly  Land.  69  &  4s 

1  Our  land,  with  mercies  crowned, 
This  wide  enchanted  ground, 

O  God  !  is  thine  ; 
Our  fathers  knew  thy  name  ; 
The  trophies  of  their  fame,  — 
Our  heritage,  —  proclaim 

A  Power  divine. 

2  Far  in  the  purple  west, 

Thy  hand  with  beauty  dressed 

These  fertile  plains, 
These  rivers  dark  and  deep, 
These  torrents  down  the  steep, 
These  mighty  woods,  that  sweep 

From  mountain  chains. 
788 


1301 


FESTIVALS. 

»  Dear  native  land !  rejoice  ; 
Raise  thou  thy  virgin  voice 

To  God  on  high  ; 
From  all  thy  hills  and  bays, 
From  all  thy  homes  and  ways, 
Let  symphonies  and  praise 

Ascend  the  sky. 
And  thou  almighty  One, 
At  whose  eternal  throne, 

She  bows  the  knee  ! 
In  all  the  coming  time, 
Bless  thou  this  favored  clime, 
And  may  her  deeds  sublime 

Be  hymns  to  thee  ! 

E.  T.   Winkler,  1871. 
Than&a  /or  the  Harvest.  6s  &  4& 

The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; 
In  loud  thanksgivings,  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice  ! 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing  ; 
Forests  and  mountains  ring  ; 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring ; 

The  streams  rejoice. 

Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth  ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  ;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amidst  your  mirth. 
The  God  of  harvest  praise  ; " 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  one  accord ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And,  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

James  Montgomery,  1853. 
789 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

1302. 


Praise  for  the  Harvest.  H.  M, 

1  Let  all  the  people  join, 

To  swell  the  solemn  chord  ; 
Your  grateful  notes  combine 

To  magnify  the  Lord : 
In  lofty  songs,  your  voices  raise, 
The  God  of  harvest  claims  your  praise. 

2  In  rich  luxuriance  dressed, 

Behold  the  spacious  plain ! 
Its  bounty  stands  confessed, 

In  fields  of  yellow  grain  : 
In  lofty  songs,  your  voices  raise, 
The  God  of  harvest  claims  your  praise. 

3  Fair  plenty  fills  the  land ;  — 

His  mercies  never  cease  ;  — 
The  husbandman  doth  smile, 

To  see  the  large  increase  : 
In  lofty  songs,  your  voices  raise, 
The  God  of  harvest  claims  your  praise. 

4  The  precious  fruits  he  gives, 

Oh !  may  we  ne'er  abuse  ; 
But,  through  our  future  lives, 

To  his  own  glory  use, 
Then  rise  to  heaven,  and  sing  his  praise, 
In  sweeter  strains,  and  nobler  lays. 

5  Join,  all  ye  people  !  join, 

In  songs,  with  one  accord ; 
Harmonious  notes  combine, 

To  bless  and  praise  the  Lord : 
In  loftiest  strains,  your  voices  raise, 
The  God  of  harvest  claims  your  praise. 

Anon.,  1843. 
XDUOt  National  Thanksgiving.  Ji.  M. 

1  Before  the  Lord  we  bow, 
The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below, 
Boundless  in  power  and  love : 
790 


FESTIVALS. 

Our  thanks  we  bring  in  joy  and  praise, 
Our  hearts  we  raise  to  heaven's  high  King. 

2  The  nation  thou  hast  blessed 

May  well  thy  love  declare, 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 

Protected  by  thy  care  ; 
For  this  fair  land,  for  this  bright  day, 
Our  thanks  we  pay,  —  gifts  of  thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green, 
Shine  in  thy  word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ; 
May  every  tongue  be  tuned  to  praise, 
And  join  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 

4  Earth  !  hear  thy  Maker's  voice, 

Thy  great  Redeemer  own  ; 
Believe,  obey,  rejoice, 

And  worship  him  alone ; 
Cast  down  thy  pride,  thy  sin  deplore, 
And  bow  before  the  Crucified. 

5  And,  when  in  power  he  comes, 

Oh !  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs, 

Send  forth  a  glorious  band, 
A  countless  throng,  ever  to  sing, 
To  heaven's  high  King,  salvation's  song. 

Francis  Scott  Key,  1832,  a. 
1  «J  U  T  •  Prayer  for  our  Country.  C. 

1  Lord  !  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray, 

Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
Oh  !  hear  us  for  our  native  land,  — 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  Oh  !  guard  our  shore  from  every  foe, 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 
791 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth  and  thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Here  may  religion,  pure  and  mild, 

Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours ; 
And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

5  Lord  of  the  nations  !  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  llefuge  and  her  Trust, 
Her  everlasting  Friend. 

John  Reynell  Wreford,  1837. 
*-*j\j*J»  Fur  a  Temperance  Meeting.  C.  M, 

1  'T  is  thine  alone,  almighty  Name  ! 

To  raise  the  dead  to  life, 
The  lost  inebriate  to  reclaim 
From  passion's  fearful  strife. 

2  What  ruin  hath  intemperance  wrought ! 

How  widely  roll  its  waves  ! 
How  many  myriads  hath  it  brought 
To  fill  dishonored  graves  ! 

o  And  see,  O  Lord !  what  numbers  still 
Are  maddened  by  the  bowl, 
Led  captive  at  the  tyrant's  will, 
In  bondage,  heart  and  soul ! 

4  Stretch  forth  thy  hand,  O  God,  our  King ! 

And  break  the  galling  chain ; 

Deliverance  to  the  captive  bring, 

And  end  th'  usurper's  reign. 

5  The  cause  of  Temperance  is  thine  own ; 

Our  plans  and  efforts  bless ; 

We  trust,  O  Lord !  in  thee  alone 

To  crown  them  with  success. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1872. 
792 


FESTIVALS. 


1306 


LO\J\J»  A   Christian  Marriage.  S.  M. 

1  Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage  feast ; 

O  Lord !  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 
Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 

Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 
Of  all  rich  dowries  best ; 

Their  substance  bless  ;  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 
That  they,  with  Christian  care, 

May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

John  Berridge,  1775,  v.  4,  a. 

IOArr 
«JU  I  •  Prayer  for  the  Country.  7a 

1  God,  most  mighty,  sovereign  Lord, 
By  the  heavenly  hosts  adored  ! 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things  !  — 

2  By  thy  saints  with  joy  confessed, 
God  o'er  all  for  ever  blessed ! 
Lo  !  we  come  before  thy  throne, 
In  our  Saviour's  name  alone. 

3  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain, 
Drop,  O  Lord  !  the  kindly  rain  ; 
O'er  our  wide  and  goodly  land, 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand. 

4  Let  thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea  ; 
Open,  Lord  !  thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

793 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

5  Let,  O  Lord !  our  rulers  be 
Men  that  love  and  honor  thee ; 
Let  the  powers,  by  thee  ordained, 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained. 

6  In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus,  united  we  shall  stand, 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land. 

Henry  Harbaugh,  1860. 
HI. — FAST  DATS. 
10\JO»  A  Day  of  Humiliation.  7s. 

1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  love ! 

Hear  our  sad  repentant  song  ; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent, 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ;  — 

3  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 

Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

4  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
Oh  !  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou,  to  whom  all  praise  belongs ! 

John  Taylor,  1760. 
lOUJ.  Psalm  60.  7a 

1  Why,  O  God  !  thy  people  spurn  ? 
"Why  permit  thy  wrath  to  burn  ? 
God  of  mercy  !  turn  once  more, 
All  our  broken  hearts  restore. 

2  Thou  hast  made  our  land  to  quake, 
Heal  the  sorrows  thou  dost  make  ; 
Bitter  is  the  cup  we  drink, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  sink. 

794 


FAST  DATS- 

3  Be  thy  banner  now  unfurled, 
Show  thy  truth  to  all  the  world ; 
Save  us,  Lord  !  we  cry  to  thee, 
Lift  thine  arm,  thy  chosen  free. 

4  Give  us  now  relief  from  pain  ; 
Human  aid  is  all  in  vain  ; 

We  through  God,  shall  yet  prevail, 
He  will  help,  when  foes  assail. 

Edwin  F.  Hatfield,  1837. 
10lU«  A  Day  of  Fasting  and  Prayer.  C.  M. 

1  See,  gracious  God !  before  thy  throne, 

Thy  mourning  people  bend  !     • 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments,  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Great  God !  why  is  our  country  spared, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ? 
Oh !  be  thine  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  mercy  cries  "  Forbear  !  " 

4  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

5  Oh !  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord! 

By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

Anne  Steele,  1756. 

1311 

A  *J  JL  A  •  "  Solemne  nos  Jejunii."  C.  M. 

1  Oxce  more  the  solemn  season  calls, 
A  holy  fast  to  keep  ; 
And  now,  within  the  temple  walls, 
Let  priest  and  people  weep. 
795 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  Yet  all  in  vain  the  sound  of  woe, 

To  reach  the  Father's  ear, 
If  from  the  heart  it  does  not  flow, 
To  prove  our  grief  sincere. 

3  Vain,  vain,  in  ashes  though  we  mourn, 

Our  garments  rend  in  twain, 
Unless  the  smitten  heart  is  torn 
"With  penitential  pain. 

4  Then  let  us  cry  to  God  betimes, 

Nor  let  his  anger  flow ; 
Lest,  mindful  of  our  numerous  crimes, 
It  deal  the  threatened  blow. 

5  O  Father,  righteous  Judge,  and  God ! 

Thy  wrath  be  slow  to  burn  ; 
Thou  givest  time  to  mark  the  rod,  — 
Give  also  hearts  to  turn. 

Lat.,  Charles  Coffin,  1700. 
Tr.,  William  Mercer,  1864. 

1 0 1  Id  %  Psalm  60.  C.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land  ! 

Behold  thy  people  mourn ! 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  spreads  the  sky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oh  !  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  save  the  sinking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
From  barbarous  hosts  our  nation  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

Joel  Bv.rlov-,  1786. 
796 


SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

IV.— SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 
XO  JO,  Tlie  good  Shepherd.  8s,  7s  &  t 

1  Saviour  !  like  a  shepherd  lead  us ; 

Much  we  need  thy  tender  care ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us, 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare : 

Blessed  Jesus  ! 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2  "We  are  thine  ;  do  thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray : 

Blessed  Jesus! 
Hear  young  children  when  they  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Let  us  early  turn  to  thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour ! 
With  thy  grace  our  bosom  fill : 

Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

*  Anon,  1850. 

1 0 1  T  •  The  Song  of  Children.  8s,  7s  &  A 

1  Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children, 

By  the  Saviour,  when  on  earth ; 
Joyful,  in  the  sacred  temple, 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth, 

And  hosannas 
Loud  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 

2  Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  him, 

Garments  spread  beneath  his  feet, 
797 


131 


SPECIAL    OCCASIONS. 

Prophet  of  the  Lord  they  crowned  him, 
In  fair  Salem's  crowded  street, 

While  hosannas 
From  the  lips  of  children  greet. 

God  o'er  all,  in  heaven  reigning  ! 

We  this  day  thy  glory  sing ; 
Not  with  palms  thy  pathway  strewing, 

We  would  loftier  tribute  bring,  — 
Glad  hosannas 

To  our  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

Anon.,  1850.     • 
1  •  Seeking  Jesus  early.  8s,  7s  &  1 

1  Children  !  hear  the  melting  story 

Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ; 
'T  is  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory  : 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

Oh  !  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight ; 
Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy ; 
They  alone  are  his  delight : 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive, 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing, 
On  his  precious  name  believe  ; 

He  is  waiting : 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

Anon.,  1834. 
1  0  X  0  •  Singing  of  Jesus.  73  &  6s 

1   Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  hearts  and  accents  blend  ; 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
The  sinner's  only  Friend : 
798 


1317 


SUNDAY  SCHOOLS. 

His  holy  soul  rejoices, 

Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 

Exulting  in  his  love. 

2  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  wept  our  path  along ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  tempted  and  the  strong  : 
None,  who  besought  his  healing, 

He  passed  unheeded  by  ; 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave ; 
And,  in  our  hour  of  danger, 

We  '11  trust  his  love  alone, 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

4  Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day : 
For  those  who  here  confess  him, 

He  will  in  heaven  confess  ; 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him, 

He  will  for  ever  bless. 

George    W.  Bethune,  1850. 
Cliildren's  Praises.  7s  &  6a. 

1  When,  his  salvation  bringing, 
To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  his  name  ; 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him  ; 

B&t,  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 
799 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  And,  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still, 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill, 
We  '11  flock  around  his  banner 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  Son  !  " 

3  For,  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosanna  raise  : 
But  shall  we  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  ? 
No  !  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 

Joshua  King,  1840. 
V.— THE  TEAK  AND  ITS  SEASONS. 

X*J  lO  •  The  revolving  Year.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God !  let  all  my  tuneful  powers 

Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name ; 
Thy  hand  revolves  my  circling  hours,  — 
Thy  hand  from  winch  my  being  came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons  still  rolling  round, 

In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honors  raise. 

3  To  thee  I  raise  the  annual  song, 

To  thee  the  grateful  tribute  give  ; 
My  God  doth  still  my  years  prolong, 
And,  midst  unnumbered  deaths,  1  live. 

4  My  life,  my  health,  my  friends,  I  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  fove ; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gilts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above. 
800 


THE   YEAB. 

5  Thus  will  I  sing,  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more, 
And,  after  death,  thy  boundless  grace, 
Through  everlasting  years,  adore. 

Ottiwdl  Hc-ginbotham,  1768. 
1*3 1  J .  Psalm  65.  L.  AL 

1  Ox  God  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  end- ; 
At  his  command  the  morning-ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day. 

2  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice, 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 

3  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield ; 
The  valleys  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  then-  joys. 

4  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine, 
O'er  every  field  thy  glories  shine ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God!  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

Isaac  Watts,  1715. 
-1-  »-J—  :  '  •  The  Tear  crowned  with  Goodness.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
"While,  in  thy  temple,  we  appear. 
TThcse  iroodness  crowns  the  circling  vear. 

2  While,  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise. 
And  darkness,  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Embalms  the  air  and  paints  the  land; 
The  summer  rays,  with  vigor,  shine 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

51  801 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid, 
With  opening  light  and  evening  shade. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 

1*^91 

lO^l,  Another   Year.  L.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies ;  God  of  love ! 
Whose  kind  compassion  still  we  prove, 
Our  praise  accept,  and  bless  us  here, 
Now  brought  to  this — another  year. 

2  We  sing  thy  goodness  all  divine, 
Whose  radiant  beams  around  us  shine ; 
'T  is  through  thy  goodness  we  appear 
Preserved  to  this  —  another  year. 

3  Our  souls,  our  all,  we  here  resign ; 
Make  us,  and  keep  us  ever  thine ; 
And  grant,  that,  in  thy  love  and  fear, 
We  may  begin  —  another  year. 

4  Be  this  our  sweet  experience  still, 
To  know  and  do  thy  holy  will ; 
Then  shall  our  souls,  with  joy  sincere, 
Bless  thee  for  this  —  another  year. 

5  Still,  Lord  !  through  life  thy  love  display, 
And  then,  in  death's  approaching  day, 
We  '11  joyful  part  with  all  that 's  here, 
Nor  wish,  on  earth,  —  another  year. 

Samuel  Medley,  1789. 
!*>—  —  .  The  New  Year.  L.  M. 

1   Great  God !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  close. 

802 


THE    TEAR. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future  —  all  to  us  unknown  — 
We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted,  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal,  in  silence,  mortal  tongues, 
Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
LfjZO,  The  New  Year.  L.  M. 

1  My  Helper,  God  !  I  bless  his  name ; 
The  same  his  power,  his  grace  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  his  friendly  care 

Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amidst  ten  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Supported  by  his  guardian  hand ; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  my  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  his  arm  hath  led  me  on,  * 
Thus  far  I  make  his  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  My  grateful  soul,  on  Jordan's  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more  ; 
Then  bear,  in  his  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
803 


y^r  SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

LOZ±,  The  New  Year  CM. 

1  Now,  gracious  Lord  !  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

0  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more, 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And,  when  before  thee  we  appear, 
In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

John  Newton,  1779. 

10  <ri  y 
*J£*Jt  The  Opening  of  a  new  Year.  C  M, 

1  God  of  our  life  !  thy  various  praise 

Let  mortal  voices  sound  : 
Thy  hand  revolves  our  fleeting  days, 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

2  To  thee  shall  annual  incense  rise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend ! 
While  annual  mercies,  from  the  skies, 
In  genial  streams  descend. 

3  In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see : 
And,  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 
So  let  our  praises  be. 

4  Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

In  every  age,  appear  ; 
And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 
To  bless  the  opening  year. 

Ottiwell  Hcijinbotham,  1768. 
804 


THE    TEAR. 
I .  O  2.  \  >  .  PS AL3I  147.  C.  M. 

1  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessing  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word : 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
*-)— <  •  •  Seed-time  and  Harvest.  0.  M. 

1  Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When,  In  the  bosom  of  the  earth, 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 
805 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord  !  was  thine ; 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies,  from  above, 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
A  yellow  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  Fountain  of  love  !  our  praise  is  thine  ; 

To  thee  our  songs  we  '11  raise, 
And  all  created  nature  join 
In  sweet  harmonious  praise. 

Mrs.  Alice  Flowerdew,  1311. 
XO— O*  Summer  and  Harvest.  C.  M, 

1  To  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord, 

My  soul !  wake  all  thy  powers  ; 
He  calls  —  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest-hours. 

2  His  covenant  with  the  earth  he  keeps  ; 

My  tongue  !  his  goodness  sing  ; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time  — 
His  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Well-pleased  the  toiling  workmen  see 

The  waving  yellow  crop  ; 
"With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God  !  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness ; 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and,  with  thy  beams, 
The  ripening  harvest  bless. 

John  Necdham,  1768, 
ldJ9.  Psalm  65.  CM. 

1  'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 
God  of  eternal  power ! 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 
806 


THE  YEAR. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distill  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures,  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ra*iks  of  corn  appear ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
l.QO\J.  T)ie  Spring  of  the  Year.  C.  M. 

1  While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 

And  blossoms  on  the  spray, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day ! 

2  And,  hark  !  the  feathered  warblers  sing ! 

'T  is  nature's  cheerful  voice  ; 

Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

3  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies  ! 

These  showers,  with  blessings  fraught, 
Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance,  rise, 
And  fix  the  roving  thought. 

4  Oh !  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless, 
The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 
807 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

5  That  baud,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine, 
Can  make  each  virtue  live ; 
And  kindly  showers  of  grace  divine, 
Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give. 
C  O  God  of  nature,  God  of  grace  ! 
Thy  heavenly  gifts  impart, 
And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart. 

Anne  Steele,  17G0. 
OO  It  Winter.  CM. 

1  Now  faintly  smile  day's  hasty  hours, 

The  fields  and  garden  mourn  ; 
Nor  ruddy  fruits,  nor  blooming  flowers 
Stern  winter's  brow  adorn. 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  Return,  O  blissful  Sun  !  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray  ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

4  Great  Source  of  light!  thy  beams  display, 

My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
\*Ji)l*  The  Close  of  the  Year.  C.  M. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high  : 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year  ! 
803 


THE  TEAB. 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature !  speed  your  course 

Ye  mortal  powers  !  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 


133? 


'J*  The  Beginning  of  the  Year,  7s. 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here ; 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord  !  our  spirits  raise  ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told. 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above  ! 

John  Newton,  1779. 
809 


SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
lOO 4.  The  Close  of  the  Year.  7a. 

1  Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around, 

Crowned  with  mercies  large  and  free, 
Rich  thy  gifts  to  us  abound, 

Warm  our  thanks  shall  rise  to  thee : 
Kindly  to  our  worship  bow, 

While  our  grateful  praises  swell, 
That,  sustained  by  thee,  we  now 

Bid  the  parting  year  farewell. 

2  All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 

All  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 
All  its  joys  for  ever  fled, 

All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more  : 
Mingled  with  th'  eternal  past, 

Its  remembrance  shall  decay  ; 
Yet  to  be  revived  at  last 

At  the  solemn  judgment-day. 

3  All  our  follies,  Lord  !  forgive ;  ' 

Cleanse  each  heart  and  make  us  thine ; 
Let  thy  grace  within  us  live, 

As  our  future  suns  decline  ; 
Then,  when  life's  last  eve  shall  come, 

Happy  spirits,  let  us  fly 
To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  high. 

Ray  Palmer,  1865. 


XII.-CLOSE  OF  PROBATION. 


1335 


Life,  a  brittle  Thread.  C.  M. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name  ! 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  T 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We  're  traveling  to  the  grave. 
810 


3  Great  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  !  — 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

4  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe, 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

5  Waken,  O  Lord !  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 

And,  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
10»JD.  Psalm  39.  C.  M. 

1  Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 

Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ! 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plahi ! 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

3  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show  ; 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore  ; 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

4  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for,  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

5  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
811 


CLOSE  OF  PROBATION. 
DO' 


1O07 


A  Tlwurjht  of  Death  and  Glory.  C.  M. 

1  My  soul !  come  meditate  the  day, 

And  think,  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead, 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead : 

3  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder,  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay, 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


1338. 


Psalm  90.  C.  M. 

1  Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past, 

Our  Hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  Shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  Home  !  — 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 
812 


5  Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past, 
Our  Hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
Be  thou  our  Guard,  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  Home. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 
LOO *J,  Human  Frailty.  C.  M. 

1  Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 

Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we  '11  confess.  O  Lord  !  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  ; 
Strange  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long  ! 

4  But 't  is  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  first ; 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  Xame 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 

Isaac  Watte,  1707. 


1340. 


The  Shortness  and  Vanity  of  Life  C.  M. 

1  How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 

How  vast  our  souls'  affairs ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 
o  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 
But  we  march  heedless  on, 
And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 
813 


CLOSE  OF  PKOBATION. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell 

That  slight  the  joys  above ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
That  break  such  cords  of  love. 

5  Draw  us,  O  God  !  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

1QJ1 

-»-•-'  t  L  •  TJie  common  Home.  0.  M. 

1  Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ! 

Mine  ears  !  attend  the  cry  ;  — 
"  Ye  living  men  !  come,  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  Princes  !  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ?  — 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepared  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quickening  grace 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We  '11  rise  above  the  sky. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
l*f~tjj»  The  Bitterness  of  Death  deplored.  CM. 

1  When,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God  !  at  thy  command  ;  — 

2  When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart ; 
When  the  last  sigh,  that  shakes  the  frame, 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart ;  — 
814 


DEATH. 

3  O  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

"Whose  arm  alone  can  save  !  — 
Dispel  the  darkness,  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave. 

4  Lay  thy  supporting,  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 
And  let  a  beam  of  love  divine 
Illume  my  dying  bed. 

5  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  my  breath, 

And,  in  thy  soft  embraces,  lose 

"  The  bitterness  of  death." 

William  B.  Collyer,  1812. 
10t»J.  The  solemn  Hour.  C  tt. 

1  There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  part 

With  all  I  hold  most  dear ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 
As  nothingness  appear. 

2  There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  sink 

Beneath  the  stroke  of  death. 
And  yield  to  him,  who  gave  it  first, 
My  struggling  vital  breath. 

3  There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  stand 

Before  the  judgment-seat, 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes, 
In  awful  vision  meet. 

4  There  is  an  hour,  when  I  must  look 

On  one  eternity, 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life, 
My  endless  portion  be. 

5  O  Saviour  !  then,  in  all  my  need, 

Be  near,  be  near  to  me  ; 
And  let  my  soul,  by  steadfast  faith, 
Find  life  and  heaven  in  thee. 

Andrew  Reed,  1842. 
815 


CLOSE  OF  PROBATION. 
-*-^'T-±.  For  a  Funeral.  CM. 

1  Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head, 

Is  equal  warning  given  ; 
Beneath  us  lie  the  countless  dead,  — 
Above  us,  is  the  heaven. 

2  Death  rides  on  every  passing  breeze  ; 

He  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 
Its  peril  —  every  hour. 

3  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay, 
And  fate  descend,  in  sudden  night, 
On  manhood's  middle  day. . 

4  Our  eyes  have  seen  the  steps  of  age 

Halt  feebly  towards  the  tomb ; — 
And  yet  shall  earth  our  hearts  engage, 
And  dreams  of  days  to  come  ? 

5  Turn,  mortal !  turn  ;  thy  danger  know  ; 

Where'er  thy  foot  can  tread, 
The  earth  rings  hollow  from  below, 
And  warns  thee  of  her  dead. 

G  Turn,  Christian  !  turn  ;  thy  soul  apply 
To  truths  divinely  given  : 
The  bones,  that  underneath  thee  lie, 
Shall  live  for  hell  or  heaven. 

Reginald  Hebcr,  1812. 
0~t>*»  Death  and  Eternity.  C.  M. 

1  Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  use  to  rise ! 

Converse  awhile  with  death ; 

Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  Ins  breath  ! 

2  But,  Oh !  the  soul,  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ; 
Ye  thoughts !  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 
816 


DEATH. 

3  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh !  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 

4  Jesus !  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command 
To  drop  into  my  dust. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
l04:0.  Death  dreadful,  or  delightful.  CM. 

1  Death  !  't  is  a  melancholy  day 

To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes, 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love 

That  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

4  Prepare  me,  Lord !  for  thy  right  hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day, 
Come,  death  !  and  some  celestial  band ! 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
IOt  4  •  The  Christian's  Peace  in  Death.  C.  M. 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom  ; 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low  ;  the  withering  leaf 

Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree ; 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 
52  817 


CLOSE   OP  PROBATION. 

3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 

The  crimson  light  is  shed ! 
'T  is  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind, 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  now,  above  the  dews  of  night, 

The  yellow  star  appears  ; 
So  faith  springs  in  the  heart  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glory  shall  restore  ; 
And  eyelids,  that  are  sealed  in  death, 
Shall  wake,  to  close  no  more. 

William  B.  O.  Peabody,  1823. 


1348. 


Dying  on  PisgalCs  Top.  C.  M. 

1  Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid 

If  God  be  with  us  there ; 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below 

If  my  Creator  bid, 
And  run  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 
My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
818 


J.OTt/«  Victory  over  Death.  C.  M, 

1  Oh  !  for  an  overcoming  faith 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 

Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ? 

And  where  the  monster's  sting  ? 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned  I  'm  secure, 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  Ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
J.O«JU»  Sorrowing,  not  without  Hope.  C.  M. 

1  Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own, 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe, 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those, 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past — their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest ; 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
Aiid  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow,  — 

God  has  recalled  his  own ; 
But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
Still  say,  —  "  Thy  will  be  done  !  " 

Anon.,  1829. 
819 


CLOSE  OF   PROBATION. 
LOOl.  The  Death  of  a  Youth.  C  M 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh !  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power,  —  "I  too  must  die  !  " 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour,  — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  Oh  !  let  us  fly,  —  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm 'can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

5  Great  God  !  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart, 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
X*J*J~ <•  Submission  under  Bereavement.  CM 

1  Peace! — 'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand, 

That  blasts  our  joys  in  death, 

Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 

And.  gathers  back  our  breath. 

2  'T  is  he,  —  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above,  — 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3  'T  is  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 
Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 


DEATH. 

4  Our  covenant  God  and  Father  he, 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord, 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart, 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Silent  I  own  Jehovah's  name, 

I  kiss  thy  scourging  hand  ; 
And  yield  my  comforts  and  my  life 
To  thy  supreme  command. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
X  tj  'Jf*J  •  Life,  the  Day  of  Grace  and  Hope.  L.  M. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And,  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour,  that  God  has  given, 
T'  escape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  He ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  !  with  all  your  might,  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device,  nor  work,  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed, 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


1354. 


Psalm  39.  L.  RI 

1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame  ! 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 
821 


CLOSE  OP  PROBATION. 


2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span, 

A  little  point  my  life  appears  ; 
How  frail  at  best  is  dying  man  ! 

How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears ! 

3  Oh  !  be  a  nobler  portion  mine  ! 

.  My  God  !  I  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hopes  on  thee  alone. 

4  Oh !  spare  me,  and  my  strength  restore, 

Ere  my  few  hasty  minutes  flee ; 

And,  when  my  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  with  thee. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 


1355 


Psalm  90.  L.  M. 

1  Through  every  age,  eternal  God ! 
Thou  art  our  Rest,  our  safe  Abode ; 

High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reigned,  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord !  was  just, 
"  Return,  ye  sinners  !  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life  's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down,  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord  !  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Isaac   Watts,  1719. 
822 


DEATH. 
1000.  The  Sour  of  Departure.  L  M. 

1  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come  ; 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home ; 
At  last,  O  Lord !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run. 

The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record  's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust ; 

And,  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone, 
I  look  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord  !  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 

5  I  come.  I  come,  at  thy  command  ;. 
I  give  my  spirit  to  thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come  ; 

I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home  ; 
Now,  0  my  God  !  let  trouble  cease ; 
Now  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

Michael  Bruce,  1766. 
100  (  *  The  dyin'j  Christian.  L.  >L 

1  Gently,  my  Saviour !  let  me  down, 

To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death  ; 
I  rest  my  soul  on  thee  alone, 

Ev'n  till  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o'er, 

And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest ; 
There  I  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 
And  bless  thy  name,  for  ever  blest. 
823 


CLOSE   OP   PROBATION. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within  ; 

Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart ; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  Oh  !  speed  thy  chariot,  God  of  love  ! 

And  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe ; 
I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 
And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 

Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, — 
High  glories  to  Immanuel's  grace, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King  ! 

Roicland  Hill,  1832. 
lOOO.  Psalm  39.  L.  M. 

1  On !  let  me,  heavenly  Lord !  extend 
My  view,  to  life's  approaching  end : 
What  are  my  days? — a  span,  their  line; 
And  what  my  age,  compared  with  thine? 

2  Our  life  advancing  to  its  close, 

While  scarce  its  earliest  dawn  it  knows, 
Swift,  through  an  empty  shade,  we  run, 
And  vanity  and  man  are  one. 

3  God  of  my  fathers  !  here,  as  they, 
I  walk,  the  pilgrim  of  a  day  ; 

A  transient  guest,  thy  works  admire, 
And  instant  to  my  home  retire. 

James  Merrick,  1765. 
lOOfJ.  The  Death  of  the  Righteous.  L.  ]Vt 

1  How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies, 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing- eyes  ! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale,  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

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3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears  ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world  !  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !  " 

Mrs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld,  1773. 
lt)UlJ»  The  Christian's  parting  Hour.  L.  M. 

1  How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 

When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  the  broad  sun's  retiring  ray 
Sheds  a  mild  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

2  Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour,  — 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 
When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
Strengthens  and  cheers  his  lammid  breast. 

3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 

That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek  ! 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 

In  language  which  no  tongue  can  speak. 

4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road  ; 
And  angels  are  attending  near, 
To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die,  like  those 

Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to  bless  ? 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 

Then  wake  to  £>erfect  happiness  ? 

William  H.  Baihurjt,  1831. 
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Death  made  easy.  L.  M. 

1  Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy  ; 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
lOOj/*  Asleep  in  Jesus.  CM. 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet, 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing  — 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  Oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

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DEATH. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 

I  Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

G  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Margaret  Mackay,  1832. 
lOOO.  "Not  lost,  but  gone  before"  C.  M 

1  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 

And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits  pour; 
Oh  !  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

2  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 
Eternal  happiness  they  share, 

Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

3  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above, 

In  faith  triumphant,  may  we  soar, 
Embracing,  in  the  arms  of  love, 

The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

4  To  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come, 

And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 
Jesus  !  convey  us  safely  home, 

To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

Anon.,  1858. 
ltlUXi  Mourning  with  Submission.  C.  M. 

1  The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 

"When  righteous  persons  fall  around,  — 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murm'ring  thought 
Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend ; 

Kor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 

Th'  almighty,  ever-living  Friend. 

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0  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 
4  Our  Father  God  !  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion  and  our  Friend ; 
And  on  thy  covenant  love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

Elizabeth  Scott,  1806. 

1QPK 
♦JU»J.  The  Burial  of  a  Believer.  L.  M. 

1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ! 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;  —  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  lovely  sleeper  here, 
And  angels  watch  his  soft  repose. 

0  So  Jesus  slept ;  —  God's  dying  Son        [bed  ! 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the 
Rest  here,  fair  saint !  till,  from  his  throne, 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 
Attend,  O  earth !  his  sovereign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust  a  glorious  form,  — 
lie  must  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Walts,  1734. 
1  ♦  )  \)  V .  Death  of  an  Infant.  L.  M. 

1  So  fades  the  lovely,  blooming  flower, — 
Frail  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ! 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art, 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart? 
Spirit  of  grace  !  be  ever  nigh, 
Thy  comforts  are  not  made  to  die. 

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3  Thy  powerful  aid  supports  the  soul, 
And  nature  owns  thy  kind  control ; 
While  we  peruse  the  sacred  page, 
Our  fiercest  griefs  resign  their  rage. 

4  Then  gentle  patience  smiles  on  pain, 
And  dying  hope  revives  again ; 

Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eye, 
And  faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

Anne  Steele,  1760,  a. 
t)U  •  •  The  Vanity  of  earthly  Bliss.  L.  M. 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies ! 

How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 

That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  !    * 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 

The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true,  — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour. 

3  But,  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 

Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears  : 
If  God  be  ours,  we  're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

Anon.,  1829. 
JLOUO.  The  Funeral  Bell.  Gs  &  5t\ 

1  Hark  to  the  solemn  bell, 
Mournfully  pealing*! 
What  do  its  wailings  tell, 

On  the  ear  stealing  ? 
Seem  they  not  thus  to  say,  — 
Loved  ones  have  passed  away  ? 
Ashes  with  ashes  lay  ;  — 
List  to  its  pealing. 
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2  Earth  is  all  vanity, 

False  as  't  is  fleeting  ; 
Grief  is  in  all  its  joy, 

Smiles  with  tears  meeting  ; 
Youth's  brightest  hopes  decay, 
Pass  like  morn's  gems  away, 
Too  fair  on  earth  to  stay, 

Where  all  is  fleeting. 

3  When,  in  their  lonely  bed, 

Loved  ones  are  lying  ; 
When  joyful  wings  are  spread, 

To  heaven  flying ; 
Would  we,  to  sin  and  pain, 
Call  back  their  souls  again, 
*     Weave  round  their  hearts  the  chain 

Severed  in  dying  ? 

4  No,  dearest  Jesus  !  no  ; 

To  thee,  their  Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go, 

Ransomed  for  ever  : 
Heirs  of  unending  joy, 
Theirs  is  the  victory  ; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be, 

Now  and  for  ever. 

Mrs.  Jane  L.  Gray,  1843. 
»  Life,  a  Pilgrimage.  6s  k  5^ 

1  I  'm  but  a  stranger  here,  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear,  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  : 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand 
Round  me,  on  every  hand  ; 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland,  — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What,  though  the  tempest  rage  ? 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 
Heaven  is  my  home : 
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DEATH. 

And  time's  wild  wintry  blast 
Soon  shall  be  overpassed ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last,  — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

There,  at  my  Saviour's  side,  — 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
I  shall  be  glorified ;  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  : 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best, 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest;  — 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

Thomas  Eawson  Taylor,  1S34. 


1370. 


Psalm  90.  S.  M. 

1  Lord  !  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Oar  life,  —  how  poor  a  trifle  't  is, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  ! 

2  Alas !  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first ! 
And,  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'T  is  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

o  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea  : 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
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The  Fathers  gone.  S.  M. 


1  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea !  — 
The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity  ! 

2  Our  fathers,  —  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 
And  wealth  and  honor  gone  ! 

3  God  of  our  fathers  !  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

4  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
10  *  L%  The  Uncertainty  of  Life.  S.  M. 

1  To-morrow,  Lord  !  is  thine,  — 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away  ; 
Oh  !  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since,  on  this  winged  hour, 

Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care  ;  — 

Oh  !  be  it  still  pursued  ; 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 
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DEATH. 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die, 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
1 0  I  O  .  The  Pilgrim's  Song.  S.  M. 

1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those,  that  rest 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore, 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

4  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath-day: 

5  'T  is  but  a  little  while 

And  he  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  him  may  reign. 

6  Then,  O  my  Lord !  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day ; 
Oh  !  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

Horatius  Bonar,  1856. 
X.O  I  T:«  Dying,  not  Death.  S.  M. 

1  It  is  not  death  to  die,  — 
To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  midst  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

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CLOSE  OF  PBOBATION. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

4  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

George   W.  Bethune,  1847. 
■*■*-'  •  *-*•  At  Home  in  Heaven,  g.  M. 

1  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord ! " 

Amen  !  so  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word  ; 
'T  is  immortality. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  "  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

Father  !  if  't  is  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
Ev'n  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death,  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

James  Montgomery,  1835. 
lOIU.  Psajlm  55.  Us. 

1  Oh  !  had  I,  my  Saviour !  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
How  soon  would  I  soar  to  thy  presence  above ! 
How  soon  would  I  flee  where  the  weary  have  rest, 
And  hide  all  my  cares  in  thy  sheltering  breast ! 
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DEATH. 

2  I  flutter.  I  struggle,  and  long  to  be  free, 

I  feel  me  a  captive  while  banished  from  thee ; 

A  pilgrim  and  stranger,  the  desert  I  roam, 

And  look  on  to  heaven,  and  fain  would  be  home. 

3  Ah  !  there  the  wild  tempest  for  ever  shall  cease, 
No  billow  shall  ruffle  that  haven  of  peace ; 
Temptation  and  trouble  alike  shall  depart, 

All  tears  from  the  eye,  and  all  sin  from  the  heart. 

4  Soon,  soon  may  this  Eden  of  promise  be  mine  ; 
Rise,  bright  Sun  of  glory  !  no  more  to  decline; 
Thy  light,  yet  unrisen,  the  wilderness  cheers  ; 
Oh  !  what  will  it  be,  when  the  fullness  appears  ? 

Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1834. 
JL«J  I    I  •  Longing  for  the  Best  above.  lis. 

1  I  'ji  weary  of  straying  ;  Oh  !  fain  would  I  rest 
In  the  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  for  ever  have  fled. 

2  I  'm  weary  of  hoping  ;  where  hope  is  untrue, 

As  fair,  but  as  fleeting,  as  morning's  bright  dew ; 
I  long  for  that  land,  whose  blest  promise  alone 
Is  changeless,  and  sure,  as  eternity's  throne. 

3  I'm  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth, 

O'er  joy's  glowing  visions,  that  fade  at  their  birth  ; 
O'er  pangs  of  the  loved,  which  we  cannot  assuage, 
O'er  the  blighlings  of  youth,  and  the  weakness  of  age. 

4  I'm  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away ; 
The  sweetest,  the  dearest,  alas  !  may  not  stay ; 

I  long  for  that  land,  where  these  partings  are  o'er, 
And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no  more. 

5  I  'm  weary,  my  Saviour  !    of  grieving  thy  love  i 
Oh  !  when  shall  I  rest  in  thy  presence  above  ? 

I  'm  weary  ;  but,  Oh  !  let  me  never  repine,  [mine. 
While  thy  word,  and  thy  love,  and  thy  promise  are 

Mrs. York,  1847. 

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AO  4  0»  "J  would  not  live  alway."  11* 

1  I  would  not  live  alway ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings,  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arisey 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

William  A.  Muhlenberg,  1823. 
JL  O  (  tJ  •  Gone  to  the  Grave.  12s  &  lis. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  de- 

plore thee,  [tomb; 

Though   sorrows  and  darkness    encompass   the 

Thy  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portal  before  thee, 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough   paths  of  the  world  by  thy 
side :  [thee, 

But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  sinless  hath  died. 
830 


DEATH. 

3  Thou    art  gone   to   the  grave  ;    and,  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered  long; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  paradise  beamed  on  thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  wre  will  not  deplore 

thee;  [Guide; 

Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guardian  and 

He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee  ; 

And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour  has  died. 

Reginald  Heber,  1812. 
ltJOU*  The  departing  Spirit.  7s. 

1  "  Spirit  !  leave  thy  house  of  clay  ; 

Lingering  dust !  resign  thy  breath  ; 
Spirit !  cast  thy  chains  away  ; 

Dust !  be  thou  dissolved  in  death  : " 
Thus  th'  almighty  Saviour  speaks, 

While  the  faithful  Christian  dies  ; 
Thus  the  bonds  of  life  he  breaks, 

And  the  ransomed  captive  flies. 

2  "  Prisoner  !  long  detained  below, 

Prisoner  !  now  with  freedom  blest, 
Welcome  from  a  world  of  woe  ; 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest : " 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sing, 

As  they  bear  the  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  ring 

All  the  regions  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave  !  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 

Grave  !  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 
Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise : 
Hark  !  the  judgment-trumpet  calls,  — 

u  Soul !  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay,  — 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day." 

James  Montgomery,  1821. 
837 


1381 


CLOSE  OP   PROBATION. 

» 
•  The  dying  Christian  to  his  Soul.  7a. 

1  Deathless  spirit !  now  arise  ; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies,  — 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought! 
Go,  to  shine  before  the  throne  ; 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown; 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn ; 
Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 


1382. 


Lo  !  he  beckons  from  on  high  ; 
Fearless  to  his  presence  fly  ; 
Thine  the  merit  of  his  blood, 
Thine  the  righteousness  of  God ; 
Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
Hovering  round  thy  pillow,  bend ; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 

Burst  thy  shackles  ;  drop  thy  clay  ; 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away ; 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love, 
Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  him,  — 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  1776. 


Life  a  Vapor.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Wiiat  is  life  ?  't  is  but  a  vapor ; 

Soon  it  vanishes  away ; 
Life  is  like  a  dying  taper  ; 

O  my  soul !  why  wish  to  stay  ? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 

2  See  that  glory  —  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns  —  the  King  of  saints  :  — 
838 


DEATH. 

Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds,  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go,  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear ;  — 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear :   ' 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul !  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1809. 
lt30D»  Parting    Words.  83  &  7a 

1  Let  me  go ;  the  day  is  breaking, 

Dear  companions  !  let  me  go  ; 
We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking, 

In  the  wilderness  below  ; 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go  ;  I  may  not  tarry, 

Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears ; 
Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry, 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears  ; 
Friends  and  kindred  !  weep  not  so, 
If  you  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  'T  is  not  darkness  gathering  round  me, 

Which  withdraws  me  from  your  sight ; 
Walls  of  flesh  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen  you  hear  me  sing, 

4  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 

Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky  j 
839 


CLOSE  OF  PROBATION. 

Am  I  dead  ?  —  nay,  by  this  token, 
Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die : 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery  ? 
Come  up  hither,  —  come  and  see ! 

James  Montgomery,  1837. 
1 0  O  ±  •  The  final  Struggle.  8a  &  7* 

1  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See  !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 

And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh : 
Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest  ? 

2  Lonely  seems  the  vale  of  shadow  ; 

Sinks  my  heart  with  troubled  fear ; 
Give  me  faith  for  clearer  vision, 

Speak  thou,  Lord  !  in  words  of  cheer  ; 
Let  me  hear  thy  voice  behind  me, 

Calming  all  these  wild  alarms  ; 
Let  me,  underneath  my  weakness, 

Feel  the  everlasting  arms. 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord  !  I  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 

While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 
Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 
Till  the  morning  ;  then  awake  me  ;  — 

Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 

Anon.,  1856. 
XOOO.  The  departing  Saint.  8s  &  7a. 

1  IiArPY  soul !  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 

Go,  by  angel  guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go ! 

Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above  ; 

840 


DEATH. 

Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest : 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

Charles  Wesley,  1749. 
lODU.  The  happy  Dead.  8s  &  7a. 

1  Think,  O  ye,  who  fondly  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ! 
While  your  bosoms  throb  with  anguish, 

They  are  warbling  hymns  above. 
While  your  silent  steps  are  straying 

Lonely  thro'  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing, 

Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

2  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 

They  shall  never,  never  die. 
Cease,  then,  mourner  !  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 

Enter  not  the  world  above. 

WMiam  B.    Collyer,  1812. 
lOO  (  •  TJve  Death-Bed  of  the  Riijhteous.  S.  L.  M. 

1   This  place  is  holy  ground  ; 

World !  with  thy  cares,  away  ! 
Silence  and  darkness  reign  around; 

But,  lo  !  the  break  of  day  ! 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears ! 
841 


1388 


CLOSE  OF  PROBATION. 

'T  is  not  the  morning  light, 

That  wakes  the  lark  to  sing ; 
'T  is  not  a  meteor  of  the  night, 

Nor  touch  of  angel's  wing. 
It  is  an  uncreated  beam, 
Like  that  which  shone  on  Jacob's  dream. 

Behold  the  bed  of  death,  — 

This  pale  and  lovely  clay  ! 
Heard  ye  the  sobs  of  parting  breath  ? 

Marked  ye  the  eyes'  last  ray  ?  — 
No !  —  life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be, 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

Could  tears  revive  the  dead, 

Rivers  should  swell  our  eyes  ; 
Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs, 
Till  love  relumed  this  altered  mien, 
And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

Bury  the  dead,  —  and  weep, 

In  stillness,  o'er  the  loss  ; 
Bury  the  dead,  —  in  Christ  they  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross, 
And,  from  the  grave,  their  dust  shall  rise, 
In  his  own  image,  to  the  skies. 

James  Montgomery,  1816. 
•  Separation  and  He-union.  S.  L.  M, 

Friend  after  friend  departs ; 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime, 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 

842 


DEATH. 

Nor  life's  affections,  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night ; 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

James  Montgomery,  1823. 

XIII.-GLORIFICATION. 

I.— THE  RESURRECTION. 
J-OOJ*  Psalm  17.  L.  M. 

1  What  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 

Lord  !  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream  —  an  empty  show  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there? 

3  Oh  !  glorious  hour !  —  Oh  !  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
843 


GLORIFICATION. 
JLOt/U.  Psalm  88.  L.  M. 

1  Siiall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life  ! 

For  ever  moulder  in  the  grave  ? 
Canst  tlion  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  In  those  dark  silent  realms  of  night, 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 

Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies  ? 

3  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears  ! 

When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprang, 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

4  Faith  sees  the  bright  eternal  doors 

Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way  ; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

5  The  trump  shall  sound  ;  the  dust  awake, 

From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring  ; 
Through  heaven,  with  joy,  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 

Timothy  Dwiyht,  1800. 
J.*J»*A»  The  Resurrection  of  the  Just.  L.  M. 

1  We  sing  his  love,  who  once  was  slain, 
Who  soon  o'er  death  revived  again, 

That  all  his  saints,  through  him,  might  have 
Eternal  conquests  o'er  the  grave. 

2  The  saints,  who  now  in  Jesus  sleep, 
His  own  almighty  power  shall  keep, 
Till  dawns  the  bright  illustrious  day, 
When  death  itself  shall  die  away. 

3  TIow  loud  shall  our  glad  voices  sing, 
When  Christ  his  risen  saints  shall  bring 
From  beds  of  dust,  and  silent  clay, 

To  realms  of  everlasting  day  ! 

844 


BBDBSEcmnr. 

4  When  Jesns  we  in  glory  meet, 
Our  utmost  joys  6hall  he  complete; 
When  landed  on  that  heavenly  shore, 

Death  and  the  curse  will  be  no  more. 

~>    Hasten,  dear  Lord!   the  glorious  day, 
And  this  delightful  scene  display  : 
When  all  thy  saints  from  death  shall  rise, 
Raptured  in  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

Iiwluwl  Hill,  1756. 
1*J'J  JL%  The  Death  of  Ch.ri.-J.ian  Frk  C.  SI. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ' 

'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  more  ? 
Nor  would  we  irish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

rl  heir  bodies  to  the  to. 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfur. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  member-;  rest. 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

Isaac  IVa'.'.i,  1707. 


13a9 


')*  H'.f  Saint*  aursrulin'j  to  KurtKA  C.  SL 

1   As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 
Victorious  from  the  dead. 
So  his  disci  pies  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 
845 


GLORIFICATION. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when,  from  the  clouds, 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 

And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 
The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge, 
And  earth's  foundations  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high  ; 
The  heavenly  host,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house, 

With  joyful  hearts,  they  go ; 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

Michael  Bruce,  1768. 
XO«7t.  The  Death  of  a  Child.  C.  M. 

1  Life  is  a  span  —  a  fleeting  hour ; 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  ev'n  in  blooming  dies. 

2  The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise,  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Then  cease,  fond  nature !  cease  thy  tears ; 

Religion  points  on  high ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  can  not  die. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
846 


RESURRECTION. 
jLO*JQ»  Death  and  the  Resurrection.  S.  M. 

1  And  must  this  body  die,  — 

This  mortal  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And,  often  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust,  — 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine  ; 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs ; 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
JLOt/\)»  Immortality.  S.  M. 

1  On  !  for  the  death  of  those 

Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 
Oh !  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 

In  silent  hope,  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

847 


GLORIFICATION. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

Anon.,  1831. 
II.— THE  JUDGMENT. 
lOtJ  i  •  The  last  great  Day.  S.  M. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark  !  —  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
lOJOt  The  awful  Day.  CM. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys  ! 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear,  to  hear  thy  voice ! 
Pronounce  the  soimd,  —  "  Depart  ?  " 
848 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

3  Oh !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair  — 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus  !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
"Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
"Where  my  salvation  stands. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
±OjJ,  Psalm  50.  CM. 

1  The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne, 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say,  — 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;  " 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know,  and  fear 
His  justice,  and  their  doom. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
XttUl/.  Tlie  Solemn  Test.  CM. 

1  "When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face,  — 
Oh  !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

54  849 


GLORIFICATION. 


If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ;  — 


*S" 


3  When  thou,  O  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
Oh !  how  shall  I  appear  ? 

4  Then,  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
My  pardon  speak,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  bid  my  fears  abate. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 

Joseph  Addison,  1712,  v.  4,  a. 
liul"  Christ  coming  to  Judgment.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught,  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  :  — 

"  Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment!  come  away." 

850 


i 


TEE  JUDGMENT. 

Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See,  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear ! 

vs.  1,  2,  Charles  Wesley,  1758, 
vs.  3,  i,  John  Cennick,  1752,  a 


1402 


Psalm  50.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Lo  !  the  mighty  God  appearing, 

From  on  high  Jehovah  speaks ! 
Eastern  lands  the  summons  hearing, 
O'er  the  west  his  thunder  breaks  : 

Earth  beholds  him  : 
Universal  nature  shakes. 

2  To  the  heavens  his  voice  ascending, 

To  the  earth  beneath  he  cries  :  — 
"  Souls  immortal  now  descending, 
Let  the  sleeping  dust  arise  ! 

Rise  to  judgment ; 
Let  my  throne  adorn  the  skies. 

3  "  Gather  first  my  saints  around  me, 

Those  who  to  my  covenant  stood  ; 
Those  who  humbly  sought  and  found  me, 
Through  the  dying  Saviour's  blood : 

Blessed  Redeemer ! 
Sweetest  sacrifice  to  God  !  " 

4  Now  the  heavens  on  hi<2;h  adore  him, 

And  his  righteousness  declare  : 
Sinners  perish  from  before  him, 
But  his  saints  his  mercies  share : 

Just  his  judgment ! 
God,  himself  the  Judge,  is  there. 

yVilliam  Goode,  1811. 
1  "±\)0 .  The  Day  of  Judgment.  8s,  7s  &  4. 

1  Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  !  —  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
851 


GLORIFICATION. 

Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  : 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say, — "This  God  is  mine!" 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner ! 
"What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed ! 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow  ! 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

John  Newton,  1774. 
X  xUt»  Christ  coming  to  Judgment.  8s,  7s  &  4 

1  Lo  !  he  cometh  —  countless  trumpets 

Blow  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead  ; 
Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great  exalted  Head : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God ! 

2  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  !  behold  the  Judge  appear ! 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him  ; 
Now  the  royal  sentence  hear  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine  ! 

852 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

3  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
Enter  into  life  and  joy ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ  :  " 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

John  Cennich,  1752. 
1 4.UO.  The  Judgment-Trumpet.  8s,  7s  &.  i. 

1  Hark! — the  judgment-trumpet  sounding 

Rends  the  skies  and  shakes  the  poles; 
Lo  !  the  day,  with  wrath  abounding, 
Breaks  upon  astonished  souls  : 

Every  creature 
Now  the  awful  Judge  beholds. 

2  Jesus,  Captain  of  salvation, 

Leads  his  armies  down  the  skies, 
Every  kindred,  tribe  and  nation, 
From  the  sleep  of  death,  arise  : 

Heaven's  loud  summons 
Fills  the  world  with  dread  surprise. 

3  Zion's  King,  his  throne  ascending, 

Calls  his  saints  before  his  face  ; 
Crowns,  with  glory  never-ending, 
All  the  children  of  his  grace : 

Heaven  shall  echo  ;  — 
Songs  of  triumph  fill  the  place. 

Nathan  S.  S.  Beman,  1832. 
X  ttU  O  .  The  Day  of  Judgment.  8a  &  7s.  P. 

1  Great  God  !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
The  trumpet  sounds,  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before ; 

Prepare,  my  soul !  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding ; 
853 


1407 


GLOBIFICATION. 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding ; 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

But  sinners,  filled  with  guilty  fears, 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing ; 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing ; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne ; 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day, 
"When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

From  the  German. 
William  B.  Collyer,  1812,  a. 

Christ  coming  to  Judgment  8s  &  7s.  I*. 

TnE  trumpet  sounds ! — the  day  has  come! 

In  glory  Christ  revealing ; 
To  men  the  day  of  final  doom  — 

Their  state  for  ever  sealing : 
He  comes  ! — the  Son  of  man  is  here, 
Borne  on  a  cloud,  see  him  appear 

Arrayed  in  robes  of  judgment! 

He  speaks  ! — the  listening  skies  are  still ; 

All  eyes  on  Jesus  centre, 
While  awe  and  dread  the  bosom  fill :  — 

"  Come  ye  your  kingdom  enter!" — 
He  says  to  those  who  mercy  sought : 
And  then, — to  all  who  prized  it  not, — 

*'  Depart  from  me,  ye  cursed ! " 
854 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

3  The  blissful  saints  ascend  on  high, 

Clothed  with  the  light  of  heaven  ; 
Their  Saviour  leads  them  thro'  the  sky; — ■ 

What  burst  of  joy  is  given! 
For  now  they  see,  with  raptured  eyes, 
That  faith  and  love  receive  the  prize, 

Through  grace  rich,  free,  abounding. 

4  And  see! — they  take  the  mansions  bright, 

"Where  God  prepared  their  dwelling; 
Like  angels  now ; — and,  to  their  sight, 

Their  joys  are  onward  swelling  ; 
They  knew  in  part,- — now,  all  is  clear  ; 
Nor  doubt,  nor  sorrow  enters  here, 

To  break  their  bliss  unceasing. 

Ger.,  Bartholomew  Eingicaldt,  1585. 
Tr.,  Henry  M ills,  1845. 

1 4  U  O .  Psalm  97.  L.  M. 

1  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs  ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire  ;  — 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

2  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints !  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption  's  nigh. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
J-Tvu»  Christ's  coming  to  Judgment.  L.  M. 

1  The  Lord  will  come  —  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake  ; 

And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come, — but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came,  — 

A  silent  lamb  to  slaughter  led,  — 

The  bruised,  the  suffering  and  the  dead. 

855 


GLORIFICATION. 


3  The  Lord  will  come,  —  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind,  — 
Appointed  Judge  of  humankind. 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 

A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway,  — 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride? 

O  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain, 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain  ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 

Shall  sing  for  joy, — "  The  Lord  is  come  !  " 

Reginald  Heber,  1811. 
1 4 1  [)  ,  The  Day  of  Wrath.  £.  M. 

1  Tiiat  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead; 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Lat.,  Thomas  of  Celano,  1230. 
Tr.,   Walter  Scott,  1805. 

1  ab  1  1 1  The  last  great  Day.  L.  M. 

1  That  fearful  day,  that  day  of  dread, 
When  thou  shalt  judge  the  quick  and  dead; 
O  God  !  I  shudder  to  foresee 

The  awful  things  which  then  shall  be  ! 

2  When  thou  shalt  come,  thine  angels  round, 
With  legions,  and  with  trumpet  sound  ; 

O  Saviour  !  grant  me,  in  the  air, 
With  all  thy  saints,  to  meet  thee  there ! 
85G 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

3  Weep,  O  my  soul !  ere  that  great  day, 
"When  God  shall  shine  in  plain  array  ; 
Oh  !  weep  thy  sin,  that  thou  may'st  be 
In  that  severest  judgment  free  ! 

4  O  Christ !  forgive,  remit,  protect, 
And  set  thy  servant  with  the  elect ; 
That  I  may  hear  the  voice,  that  calls 
The  righteous  to  thy  heavenly  halls  ! 

Lat..  Tlieodore,  clr.  820. 
Tr.,  John  M.  Neale,  1862. 

III.— HEAVEN. 

A  tt  1  £i  •  The  Redeemed  in  Heaven.  7s. 

1  WrrAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ?  —  - 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

Isew  dominion,  every  hour  !  " 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod,  — 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them,  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fear, 
And,  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

James  Montgomery,  1825. 
857 


GLOEIFICATION. 
l"I.IO«  The  Saints  in  Glory.  7a, 

1  What  are  these  arrayed  in  white, 

Brighter  than  the  noon-day  sun  ? 
Foremost  of  the  sons  of  light ; 

Nearest  the  eternal  throne  ? 
These  are  they  that  bore  the  cross, 

Nobly  for  their  Master  stood  ; 
Sufferers  in  his  righteous  cause : 

Followers  of  their  Lord  and  God. 

2  Out  of  great  distress  they  came  ; 

Washed  their  robes,  by  faith,  below 
In  the  blood  of  Christ,  the  Lamb, 

Blood  that  washes  white  as  snow ; 
Therefore  are  they  next  the  throne, 

Serve  their  Maker  day  and  night ; 
God  resides  among  his  own, 

God  doth  in  his  saints  delight. 

3  More  than  conquerors  at  last, 

Here  they  find  their  trials  o'er ; 
They  have  all  their  sufferings  passed, 

Hunger  now  and  thirst  no  more : 
No  excessive  heat  they  feel 

From  the  sun's  directer  ray  ; 
In  a  milder  clime  they  dwell, 

Region  of  eternal  day. 

4  He  that  on  the  throne  doth  reign, 

Them  the  Lamb  shall  always  feed  ; 
With  the  tree  of  life  sustain; 

To  the  living  fountains  lead ; 
He  shall  all  their  sorrows  chase, 

All  their  wants  at  once  remove ; 
Wipe  the  tears  from  every  face  ; 

Fill  up  every  soul  with  love. 

Charles  Wesley,  1745. 
X  4:  1 4:  •  The  Songs  and  Bliss  of  Heaven.  7a. 

1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
858 


HEAVEN. 

Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  woe. 

2  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark  !  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love : 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find  ; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows : 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

Thomas  Raffles,  1812,  r.  1,  a. 
1  "1 1 0  .  The  Victory  of  the  Saints.  7* 

1  Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright, 

Crowns,  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light,  — 

Priests,  and  kings,  and  conquerors  they: 
Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 

To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 
And  proclaim,  in  joyful  psalms, 

Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

2  Kings  for  harps  their  crowns  resign, 

Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords,  — 
"  Take  the  kingdom  —  it  is  thine,  — 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  !  " 
839 


GLORIFICATION. 

Round  the  altar,  priests  confess, — 

If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 
'T  was  the  Saviour's  righteousness, 

And  his  blood,  that  made  them  so. 
3  Who  were  these?  —  On  earth  they  dwelt, 

Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race, 
Guilt,  and  fear,  and  suffering  felt, 

But  were  saved  by  sovereign  grace: 
They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us ; 

Ah  !  when  we  like  them  must  die, 
May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 

Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 

James  Montgomery,  1836. 
1  ±  1 U  .  The  eternal  Home.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  Time  is  winging  us  away, 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb, 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms ; 
All  that 's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above  ; 
Far  beyond  the  world's  annoy — 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

John  Burton,  1815. 
14: 1  •  •  The  Dead  in  Christ.  7s  &  6s.  P. 

1  Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die 
In  Christ,  their  glorious  Lord, 
They  ascend  beyond  the  sky, 

And  gain  their  great  reward ; 
Conquerors  in  the  final  hour, 
Death  their  latest  foe  o'ercome, 
860 


1418 


HEAVEN. 

Safe  beyond  the  tempter's  power, 
In  heaven,  their  happy  home. 

They  shall  never  hunger  more, 

Xor  ever  thirst  again ; 
All  their  sufferings  now  are  o'er, 

And  all  their  grief  and  pain ; 
Now  before  the  throne  they  stand, 

Clothed  in  robes  of  purest  white, 
Palms  of  victory  in  their  hand, 

With  all  the  saints  in  light. 

Where  the  living  waters  flow, 

The  Lamb  shall  gently  lead  ; 
They  shall  higher  raptures  know, 

On  heavenly  manna  feed : 
God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears, 

Filled  with  bliss,  their  bliss  prolong ; 
Each  a  crown  of  victory  wears, 

And  sin^s  the  victor's  son^. 

Blessed  are  the  dead,  who  die 

In  Christ,  their  glorious  Lord ; 
To  the  land  of  rest  they  fly, 

Their  paradise  restored : 
Soon  the  judgment  trump  shall  sound, 

Soul  and  body  join  again, 
Radiant  and  immortal,  crowned, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  reign. 

Benjamin  Gaugh,  1865,  a. 
•  The  Home  above.  8,  M. 

Ouu  glorious  home  above. 

The  city  of  our  God, 
The  resting-place  of  peace  and  love, 

The  pilgrim's  sweet  abode  ! 

Oh  !  for  an  angel's  wing, 

To  soar  above  the  skies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  choir,  who  sing 

Their  hallowed  svmphonies ! 
85*1 


GLORIFICATION. 

3  Pare  mansions  of  the  blest, 

Prepared  by  Jesus'  hand, 
That  all  his  own  may  sweetly  rest 
Safe  in  ImnianueL's  land. 

4  May  each  we  love  be  there, 

From  death  and  darkness  free ; 
Our  joy  unspeakable  to  share 
Throughout  eternity. 

D.  T.  K.  Drummond,  1850. 
lllJi  The  Bliss  of  Heaven.  8.  M. 

1  There  is  no  night  in  heaven ; 

In  that  blest  world  above, 
Work  never  can  bring  weariness, 
For  work  itself  is  love. 

2  There  is  no  grief  in  heaven  ; 

For  life  is  one  glad  day, 
And  tears  are  of  those  former  things 
Which  all  have  passed  away. 

3  There  is  no  sin  in  heaven ; 

Behold  that  blessed  throng  ! 
All  holy  is  their  spotless  robe, 
All  holy  is  their  song. 

4  There  is  no  death  in  heaven  ; 

But,  when  the  Christian  dies, 
The  angels  wait  his  parting  soul, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies ! 

Anon.,  I860. 
ItZU.  Best  in  Heaven.  8.  M. 

1  And  is  there,  Lord  !  a  rest, 

For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home, 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat? 
862 


HEAVED. 

8  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields, 

"Where  naught  that  blooms  shall  die  ; 
"Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure  yields,, 
And  healthful  breezes  sigh  ? 

4  Are  there  celestial  streams, 

"Where  living  waters  glide, 
"With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel  dreams, 
And  flowery  banks  beside  ? 

5  For  ever  blessed  they, 

"Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand, 
While  endless  ages  waste  away, 
Amid  that  glorious  land ! 

6  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 

"While  toilsome  years  are  given  ; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God  !  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven. 

Ray  Palmer,  1843. 
J-  T^  A  •  Heaven  anticipated.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 

'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven  ; 
"When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  no  longer  riven, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 

853 


GLORIFICATION. 

There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; — 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb, 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

William  B.  Tappan,  1829. 
iTwwi  The  Peace  and  Repose  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace 

For  those  with  cares  distressed, 
"When  sighs  and  sorr'wing  tears  shall  cease, 
And  all  be  hushed  to  rest. 

2  'T  is  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 

And  doubts,  which  here  annoy  ; 
And  they,  who  oft  have  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

3  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more ; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows, 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

4-  There  smiling  peace  with  love  appears, 
And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
There,  they,  who  once  have  sown  in  tears, 
Now  reap  eternal  joy. 

William  B.  Tappan,  1829. 


142? 


)*  The  earthly  and  the  heavenly  House.  C.  M. 

There  is  a  house,  not  made  with  hands, 

Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit,  waiting,  stands, 

Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  soul !  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

'T  is  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 
864 


HEAVEN. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 
But,  while  the  holy  is  our  home, 
We  're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'T  is  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord !  with  thee. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
It^Ti  Nothing  like  Heaven.  C.  M 

1  This  world  is  poor,  from  shore  to  shore, 

And,  like  a  baseless  vision, 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor ; — 

There 's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given  ; 
The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie, 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky  ;— 

There 's  nothing  sure  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 

Shall  be  to  atoms  riven, — 
The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball ; — 

There 's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  A  stranger,  lonely  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  am  driven ; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I  'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  all  a  dismal  tomb ; — 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse, the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
Triumphant  grace  hath  quelled  my  fears;— 
Roll  on,  thou  sun !   fly  swift,  my  years  ! 

I  'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 

David  Nelson,  1832. 
55  865 


GLORIFICATION. 
-i-TtiiO.  The  unseen  and  blessed  World.  C.  M. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  joys  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, — 

For  ever  bright  and  fair; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  Oh  !  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love, 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord  !  by  grace  divine, 

For  thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
14:ZO.  The  pious  Dead.  CM. 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; — 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  blessed  ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They  're  present  with  the  Lord ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Isaac   Watts,  1707. 
866 


1  \i!  (  •  The  Land  of  endless  Bliss.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh !   could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, — 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise,  — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ;  — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er,  — 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
1  T  L  O .  The  peaceful  Fold.  CM. 

1  There  is  a  fold,  whence  none  can  stray, 

And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Qr  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies  ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 
867 


GLORIFICATION. 

3  Soon  at  his  feet  my  soul  will  lie 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

4  Far  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife ; 
To  spend  eternity  with  thee,  — 
My  Saviour !  this  is  life. 

John  East,  1836. 
ItwJi  The  Joys  unseen.  CM. 

1  Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 

Nor  sense,  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared, 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come : 

The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word, 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 
ItDU.  I7ie  promised  Land.  CM. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  !  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

868 


HEAVEN. 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son,  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blessed  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul, 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  : 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
.     Fearless  I  'd  launch  away. 

Samuel  Stennett,  1787. 
1  iO  1  •  The  everlasting  Song.  C.  M. 

1  Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long ; 

'T  is  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father  !  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits ; 

The  God  !  how  bright  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 
And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ; 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 
869 


GLORIFICATION. 

5  Now  let  me  mount,  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart!  my  hand!  my  ear!   my  tongue! 
Here  's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise ; — 
Oh  !  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  spirit  to  the  skies. 

Isaac  Watts,  1705,  a. 
1ti>Z.  The  Martyrs  glorified.  CM. 

1  "  These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine ! 

Whence  all  their  white  array? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ?  " 

2  From  torturing  pains  to  endless  joys, 

On  fiery  wheels  they  rode  ; 
And  strangely  washed  their  raiment  white, 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  spotless  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
Their  warbling  harps,  and  sacred  songs, 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
Att«J«J»  Heaven  unseen  and  immortal.  CM. 

1  How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight 

The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 
A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

2  Oh  !  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 

On  strong,  immortal  wing, 
And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King !  — 
870 


HEAVEN. 

3  There,  myriads  worship  at  thy  feet, 

And  there  —  divine  employ  — 
The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

4  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day, 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place  : 
Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 

Anne  Steele,  1760. 
JLTbOlt.  T?ie  Happiness  of  departed  Saints.  O.  M. 

1  How  happy  are  the  souls  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
With  Jesus  they  are  now  at  rest, 
And  all  his  glory  see. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  aloud  they  cry, 

"  That  brought  us  here  to  God : " 
In  ceaseless  hymns  of  praise,  they  shout 
The  merit  of  his  blood. 

3  Sweet  gratitude  inspires  their  songs, 

Ambitious  to  proclaim, 
Before  the  Father's  awful  throne, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  With  wondering  joy  they  recollect 

Their  fears  and  dangers  past, 
And  bless  the  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
Which  brought  them  safe  at  last. 

5  They  follow  the  exalted  Lamb, 

Where'er  they  see  him  go, 
And,  at  the  footstool  of  his  grace, 

Their  blood-bought  crowns  they  throw. 

6  Lord  !  let  the  merit  of  thy  death 

To  me  be  likewise  given ; 
And  I,  with  them,  will  shout  thy  praise 
Through  all  the  streets  of  heaven. 

Augustus  M.  Toplady,  (?)  1776. 
871 


GLORIFICATION. 
XtOO.  The  Worship  of  Earth  and  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  Father  !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see 

The  place  of  thine  abode ; 
I  'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God ! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  't  is  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I  'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen, 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie  ; 
Thus,  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707 
14oD«  A  blissful  Death.  CM 

1  Lord  !  't  is  an  infinite  delight, 

To  see  thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  Thy  love,  —  a  sea  without  a  shore,  — 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
Oh  !  't  is  a  heaven  worth  dying  for, 
To  see  a  smiling  God ! 
872 


HEAVEN. 

3  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky, 

The  wondrous  prophet  tried  ; 
"  Come  up  the  mount,"  says  God,  "  and  die ;" 
The  prophet  went — and  died. 

4  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 

Upon  his  Maker's  breast ; 
His  Maker  kissed  his  soul  away, 
And  laid  his  flesh  to  rest. 

Isaac  Watts,  1705,  a. 
JLtcC)  •  #  The  Moment  after  Death.  C.  M. 

1  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death, — 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saints, 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks  ; 

We  scarce  can  say, —  "  They  're  gone  ! " 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Thus  much — and  this  is  all — we  know; 

Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

4  On  harps  of  gold,  they  praise  his  name, 

His  face  they  always  view  ; 

Then  let  us  followers  be  of  them, 

That  we  may  praise  him  too. 

John  Newton,  1779. 
J-T«JO»  The  new  Jerusalem.  CM. 

1  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 
No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 
873 


GLORIFICATION-. 

3  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square ; 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl ;  — 
O  God !  if  I  were  there  ! 

4  Oh  !  passing  happy  were  my  state, 

Might  I  be  worthy  found 
To  wait  upon  my  God  and  King 
His  praises  there  to  sound. 

F  [rands']  B[aker],  1616. 
Altered  by  David  Dickson,  1640. 


1139 


The  blessed  Society  in  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  Raise  thee,  my  soul !  fly  up,  and  run 

Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
And  say, — there's  nought  below  the  sun, 
That 's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns  ; 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down, 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

3  Bright,  like  a  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon : 
No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

4  Amidst  those  ever-shining  skies, 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove  ! 
While,  banished  sin,  with  sorrow,  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne ; 
And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 


1440 


•  The  Things  hoped  for.  C.  lk£ 

These  are  the  crowns,  that  we  shall  wear, 
When  all  thy  saints  are  crowned ; 

These  are  the  palms,  that  we  shall  bear 
On  yonder  holy  ground. 

874 


HEAVEN. 

2  These  are  the  robes,  unsoiled  and  white, 

Which  we  shall  then  put  on, 
When,  foremost  'mong  the  sons  of  light, 
We  sit  on  yonder  throne. 

3  That  is  the  city  of  the  saints, 

Where  we  so  soon  shall  stand, 
When  we  shall  strike  these  desert-tents, 
And  quit  this  desert  sand. 

4  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain ! 

And  welcome  sorrow,  too  ! 

Ail  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 

With  such  a  prize  in  view. 

5  Come,  crown  and  throne  ;  come,  robe  and  palm ; 

Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace  ! 
Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb  ! 
Rise,  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 

Horatius  Bonar,  1857. 
1441.  The  heavenly  Home.  C.  Mi 

1  Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh, 

When  will  the  moment  come, 
"When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home  ? 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

2  On  earth  no  tranquil  joys  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  ; 
This  world 's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 
And  he  ;d  conduct  me  home. 

4  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  th'  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 
875 


GLORIFICATION. 

5  How  long,  clear  Lord  !  wilt  thou  delay, 
When  will  thy  chariot  come, 
And  fetch  my  waiting  soul  away 
To  heaven,  my  destined  home  ? 

G.  M ,  1829. 

ATTw.  The  Heavenly  Jerusalem.  C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home, — 

Name  ever  dear  to  me,  — 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  Oh !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God ! 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, — 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  woe, 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I  Ve  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem  ! — my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

From  F  [rancis]  li  [akcr\ ,  1616. 


Anon.,  1801. 


1443 


0  •  Paradise.  C.  M. 

1  O  paradise  !  O  paradise ! 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land, 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest? 


876 


1444. 


HEAVEN. 

0  paradise  !  0  paradise ! 

'T  is  weary  waiting  here ; 

1  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 

To  feel,  to  see  him  near. 

0  paradise  !  O  paradise  ! 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 

In  love  prepares  for  me. 

Frederick  W.  Faber,  1849. 


The  Dawn  of  Heaven.  L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
While  we  are  traveling  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge  ! 
That  sets  my  longing  soul  at  large, 
Unbinds  my  chains,  breaks  up  my  cell, 
And  gives  me  with  my  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Thomas  Gibbons,  1762. 
ItttO.  "Better  to  depart."  L.  M, 

1  While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  its  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 
877 


GLORIFICATION. 


2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be; 
It  faints  my  much-loved  Lord  to  see  ; 
Earth  !  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  't  is  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  envoys  !  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home : 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne,  — 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4  That  blessed  interview,  how  sweet ! 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Raised  in  his  arms,  to  view  his  face, 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace  ! 

5  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
I  '11  wait  thy  signal  for  my  flight ; 
For,  while  thy  service  I  pursue, 

I  find  my  heaven  begun  below. 

Philip  Doddridge,  1740. 
AttUi  Home  in  View.  L.  M. 

1  As,  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 

The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill,     . 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant  still : 

2  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 

By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 


3  The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers ; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past, 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

4  'T  is  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 

With  Jesus,  in  the  realms  of  day ; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away. 

John  Ncwtow,  1779. 


J. TTx  1  t  The  Song  of  Heaven.  L.  M. 

1  Hark  !  how  the  choral  song  of  heaven 

Swells,  full  of  peace  and  joy,  above ; 
Hark !  how  they  strike  their  golden  harps, 
And  raise  the  tuneful  notes  of  love. 

2  No  anxious  care,  nor  thrilling  grief, 

No  deep  despair,  nor  gloomy  woe 

They  feel,  while  high  their  lofty  strains 

In  noblest,  sweetest  concord  flow. 

3  When  shall  we  join  the  heavenly  host, 

Who  sing  Immanuel's  praise  on  high, 
And  leave  behind  our  fears  and  doubts, 
To  swell  the  chorus  of  the  sky  ? 

4  Oh  !  come,  thou  rapture-bringing  morn ! 

And  usher  in  this  joyful  day  ; 
We  long  to  see  thy  rising  sun 

Drive  all  these  clouds  of  grief  away. 

E.  S.  M ,  1812. 

I  440.  The  Saints'  Rest.  L.  M. 

1  Lord  !  thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day ; 

Beyond  earth's  weariness  and  pains, 
Thou  hast  a  mansion  far  away, 

Where,  for  thine  own,  a  rest  remains. 

2  No  sun  there  climbs  the  morning  sky, 

There  never  falls  the  shade  of  night, 
God  and  the  Lamb,  for  ever  nigh, 
O'er  all  shed  everlasting  light 

3  The  bow  of  mercy  spans  the  throne,  — 

Emblem  of  love  and  goodness  there ; 
While  notes,  to  mortals  all  unknown, 
Float  on  the  calm  celestial  air. 

4  Around  the  throne  bright  legions  stand, 

Redeemed  by  blood  from  sin  and  hell; 
And  shining  forms,  an  angel  band. 
The  mighty  chorus  join  to  swell. 

S79 


GLOKIFICATION. 

5  There,  Lord !  thy  way-worn  saints  shall  find 

The  bliss  for  which  they  longed  before ; 
And  holiest  sympathies  shall  bind 
Thine  own  to  thee  for  evermore. 

6  0  Jesus  !  bring  us  to  that  rest, 

-  Where  all  the  ransomed  shall  be  found, 
In  thine  eternal  fullness  blest, 

While  ages  roll  their  cycles  round. 

Ray  Palmer,  1865. 
J.'X'T*/.  Absent  from  the  Body.  L.  M. 

1  Absent  from  flesh  !  O  blissful  thought ! 

What  unknown  joys  this  moment  brings  ! 
Freed  from  the  mischiefs  sin  hath  brought, 
From  pains,  and  tears,  and  all  their  springs. 

2  Absent  from  flesh  !  illustrious  day ! 

Surprising  scene  !  triumphant  stroke  ! 
That  rends  the  prison  of  my  clay, 
And  I  can  feel  my  fetters  broke. 

3  Absent  from  flesh  !  then  rise,  my  soul ! 

Where  feet  or  wings  could  never  climb, 
Beyond  the  heavens  where  planets  roll, 
Measuring  the  cares  and  joys  of  time. 

4  I  go  where  God  and  glory  shine  ; 

His  presence  makes  eternal  day  ; 
My  all  that 's  mortal  I  resign, 

For  angels  wait  and  point  my  way. 

Isaac  Watts,  1734. 


1450. 


The  Paradise  eternal.  7s  &  6s. 

1  0  paradise  eternal ! 

What  bliss  to  enter  thee, 
And,  once  within  thy  portals, 

Secure  for  ever  be  ! 
In  thee  no  sin  nor  sorrow, 

No  pain  nor  death,  is  known  ; 
But  pure  glad  life,  enduring 
As  heaven's  benignant  throne. 
8S0 


r 


1451 


HEAVEN. 

There  all  around  shall  love  us, 

And  we  return  their  love  ; 
One  band  of  happy  spirits, 

One  family  above : 
There  God  shall  be  our  portion, 

And  we  his  jewels  be  ; 
And,  gracing  his  bright  mansions, 

His  smile  reflect  and  see. 
So  songs  shall  rise  for  ever, 

While  all  creation  fair, 
Still  more  and  more  revealed, 

Shall  wake  fresh  praises  there  : 
O  Paradise  eternal ! 

What  joys  in  thee  are  known  ! 
O  God  of  mercy  !  guide  us, 

Till  all  be  felt  our  own. 

Thomas  Davis,  1864. 
"Hie  breve  vivitur."  n  &  6a. 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life,  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there : 
0  happy  retribution ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals,  and  for  sinners, 

A  mansion  with  the  blest ! 
There  grief  is  turned  to  pleasure  ; 

Such  pleasure,  as  below 
Xo  human  voice  can  utter, 

No  human  heart  can  know: 
And,  after  fleshly  scandal, 

And,  after  this  world's  night, 
And,  after  storm  and  whirlwind, 

Is  calm,  and  joy,  and  light. 
And  there  is  David's  fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow  ; 
And  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow ; 

56  831 


1452 


GLOBIFICATION. 

The  light,  that  hath  no  evening, 
The  health,  that  hath  no  sore, 

The  life,  that  hath  no  ending, 
But  lasteth  evermore. 

4  There  Jesus  shall  embrace  us, 

There  Jesus  be  embraced,  — 
That  spirit's  food  and  sunshine, 

Whence  earthly  love  is  chased  : 
Yes  !  God,  my  King  and  Portion, 

In  fullness  of  his  grace, 
We  then  shall  see  for  ever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Lat.,  Bernard  de  Morlaix,  ab.  1150. 
Tr.,  John  Mason  Neale,  1851. 

»  "  Urbs  Syon  aurea."  7s  &  flft 

1  Jerusalem,  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest ! 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppressed  : 
I  know  not.  Oh  !  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng ; 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast : 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 


145» 


HEAVEN. 

For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Lat.,  Bernard  de  Morlaix,  ab.  1150. 
Tr.,  John  Mason  Neale,  1851. 


Oi  "O  bona  P atria."  7a  &  6a. 

1  For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country ! 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep ; 

For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep  : 

The  mention  of  thy  glory 
Is  unction  to  the  breast, 

And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  0  one,  O  onely  mansion  ! 
O  Paradise  of  joy  ! 

Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 
The  cross  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

3  Jesus,  the  Gem  of  beauty, 
True  God  and  Man,  they  sing  :  — 

The  never-failing  Garden, 

The  ever-golden  Ring ; 
The  Door,  the  Pledge,  the  Husband, 

The  Guardian  of  his  court ; 
The  Day-star  of  salvation, 

The  Porter  and  the  Port. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 
Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 

Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  ages, 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
833 


GLORIFICATION. 


im 


1455. 


Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 
And  thine  the  golden  dower. 


Lat.,  Bernard  de  Morlaix,  ab.  1150. 
Tr.,  John  Mason  Ncale,  1851. 


'"Urbs  Syon  inclyta,  Gloria"  7s  &  6a, 

1  Jerusalem,  the  glorious  ! 

The  glory  of  th'  elect, — 

0  dear  and  future  vision, 
That  eager  hearts  expect ! 

Ev'n  now  by  faith  I  see  thee, 

Ev'n  here  thy  walls  discern ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn  ! 

2  Jerusalem  the  onely, 

,     That  look'st  from  heaven  below, 
In  thee  is  all  my  glory, 

In  me  is  all  my  woe : 
Jerusalem  !  exulting 

On  that  securest  shore, 

1  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 

An  love  thee  evermore  ! 

3  O  sweet  and  blessed  country  ! 

Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face  ? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country  ! 

Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace  ?  — 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part ; 
His  only,  his  for  ever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 

Lat.,  Bernard  de  Morlaix,  ab.  1150. 
Tr.,  John  Mason  Neale,  1851. 

"  Ermuntert  euch,  ihr  Frommen"  7a  &  6a 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers  ! 

And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near; 

884 


1456 


HEAVEN. 

The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 
And  soon  he  draweth  nigh ; 

Up !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle ; 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near  ; 
Go  meet  him  as  he  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear : 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand  ; 
Up  !  up  !  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Ye  saints  !  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  for  ever, 

When  sorrow  is  no  more ; 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  him 

Your  diadems  of  gold  ! 

4  Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus  !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  : 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord !  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  thee  ! 

Ger.,  Laurentius  Laurenti,  1700. 
Tr.,  Jane  Borthwick,  1853. 

»  "No  Sorrow  there." 

1   Oh  !  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I  am  called  to  die ; 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy. 

To  waft  my  soul  on  high  : 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there  ; 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there ; 
885 


GLORIFICATION. 

In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love, 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 
Break  forth  in  songs  of  joyfulness, 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  When  the  last  moments  come, 

Oh  !  watch  my  dying  face, 
To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  gleam, 
Which  on  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then  to  my  raptured  ear 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given ; 

Let  music  cheer  me  last  on  earth, 

And  greet  me  first  in  heaven ! 

Mrs.  Mary  S.  B.  Dana,  1850. 
1  xO  (  •  A  Rome  above.  8.  M. 

1  I  have  a  home  above, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free ; 
A  mansion,  which  eternal  Love 
Designed  and  formed  for  me. 

2  My  Father's  gracious  hand 

Has  built  this  sweet  abode  ; 
From  everlasting  it  was  planned,  — 
My  dwelling-place  with  God. 

3  My  Saviour's  precious  blood 

Has  made  my  title  sure ; 
He  passed  thro'  death's  dark  raging  flood, 
To  make  my  rest  secure. 

4  The  Comforter  has  come, 

The  earnest  has  been  given  ; 

He  leads  me  onward  to  the  home, 

Reserved  for  me  in  heaven. 

Henry  Bennett,  1851. 
1  TcOo  •  Harping  with  their  Harps.  8.  M, 

1  Hark!  hark  the  voice  of  praise 
Around  Jehovah's  throne! 
886 


HEAVEN. 

Songs  of  celestial  joy  they  raise, 
To  mortal  lips  unknown. 

2  In  shining  robes  they  stand 

Upon  the  crystal  sea  ; 
The  harps  of  God  are  in  their  hand, 
And  all  is  ecstas}\ 

3  Oh  !  for  an  angel's  love, 

A  seraph's  soaring  wing, 
To  sing,  with  thousand  saints  above, 
The  triumphs  of  our  King ! 

4  With  pure  and  sinless  heart, 

His  mercies  to  adore  ! 
My  God !  to  know  thee  as  thou  art, 
Nor  grieve  thy  Spirit  more  ! 

5  Blest  hope  !  —  a  little  while, 

And  we,  amidst  that  throng 
Shall  live  in  our  Redeemer's  smile, 
And  swell  the  angels'  song. 

Anon.,  1862,  a. 
JL  lOut  Jordan's  Strand.  8a  &  78.  P. 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them,  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger  : 

Chorus. 
For,  Oh  !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand ; 

Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear ! 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word,  — 

"  Let  every  lamp  be  burning:  " 

Chorus.  —  For,  Oh  !  we  stand,  etc. 

'  887 


GLORIFICATION. 

3  Should  coining  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing : 
Chords.  —  For,  Oh  !  we  stand,  etc. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says, — "Come!" — and  there's  our 

For  ever,  Oh  !  for  ever !  [home, 

Chorus.  —  For,  Oh !  we  stand,  etc. 

David  Nelson,  1835. 
1  4  D  U .  Wayfarers.  8s  &  7s.  P. 

1  Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness, 

By  morn,  and  noon,  and  even, 
Day  after  day,  we  journey  on, 
With  weary  feet  towards  heaven : 
Chorus. 

O  land  above  !  O  land  of  love ! 

The  glory  shineth  o'er  thee  ; 
0  Christ,  our  King !  in  mercy  bring 

Us  thither,  we  implore  thee  ! 

2  By  day  the  cloud  before  us  goes, 

By  night  the  cloud  of  fire, 
To  guide  us  o'er  the  trackless  waste, 

To  Canaan  ever  nigher  : 
Chorus.  —  0  land  above !  etc. 

3  Each  morning  find  we,  as  he  said, 

The  dew  of  daily  manna  ; 
And  ever,  when  a  foe  appears, 

Confronts  him  Christ,  our  Banner : 
Chorus.  —  O  land  above  !  etc. 

4  The  sea  was  riven  for  our  feet, 

And  so  shall  be  the  river ; 
And,  by  the  King's  highway  brought  home, 

We'll  praise  his  name  for  ever: 
Chorus.  —  O  land  above !  etc. 

Alexander  R.  Thomjnon,  1869. 

888 


1461. 


1462. 


HEAVEN. 

Nearer  Home. 

1  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er ; 
I  'm  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  e'er  I  've  been  before  : 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  blest  mansions  be ; 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  where  we 

Must  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  to  leave  the  cross, 
Nearer  to  gain  the  crown. 

4  The  waves  of  that  deep  sea 

Roll  dark  before  my  sight, 
But  break,  the  other  side, 
Upon  a  shore  of  light. 

5  Oh  !  if  my  mortal  feet 

Have  almost  gained  the  brink, 
If  I  am  nearer  home 

To-day  than  e'en  I  think  ; 

6  Father !  perfect  my  trust. 

That  I  may  rest,  in  death, 
On  Christ,  my  Lord,  alone, 
And  thus  resign  my  breath. 

Phcebe  Cary,  1852,  a. 
The  heavenly  Home. 

1  There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  wToe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 
Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  : 

2  Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 
Its  glory  throws  around. 
889 


GLORIFICATION. 

3  Oh  !  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 
In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ! 

4  To  give  to  him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing,  through  endless  days, 
The  great  things  he  hath  done ' 

5  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God  ! 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path,  your  Saviour  trod, 
Of  daily  toil  and  woe. 

6  Wait  but  a  little  while, 

In  uncomplaining  love  ; 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 
Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Henry  W.  Baker,  1862. 
1'lOD.  Rest  for  the  Weary.  83  A  7s. 

1  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 

There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 
There  my  Saviour  's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you, 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 
But,  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
890 


HEAVEN. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  : 
Shout  for  gladness,  O  ye  ransomed  ! 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 

5  Sing,  Oh  !  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go  ; 
Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 

William  Hunter,  1857. 
1tUt«  The  Saints  in  Glory.  8a  &  7a 

1  Hark  !  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea,  — 
Allelulia !  allelulia ! 

Allelulia !  Lord  !  to  thee. 

2  Multitude,  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Palms  of  victory  in  their  hands. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood. 

4  Gladly,  Lord  !  with  thee  they  suffered ;   • 

Gladly,  Lord  !  with  thee  they  died, 
And,  by  death,  to  life  immortal 
They  were  born  and  glorified. 

5  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 
•      Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 

Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 

6  Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever, 

And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 
Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 

airhtoplier  Wordsworth,  1SC5. 
891 


DOXOLOGIES. 


2. 


4. 


L.  M. 
Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Thomas  Ken,  1697. 
L.  M. 

To  God,  the  Father, — God,  the  Son, — 
And  God,  the  Spirit,  —  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

L.  M.     6  LINES. 

To  God,  —  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  —  Three  in  One, 
All  honor,  glory,  praise  be  given, 
By  every  tongue  on  earth,  in  heaven: 
As  'twas,  is  now,  and  still  shall  be 
In  every  age,  eternally. 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 

L.   M.     8  LINES. 

Eternal  Father  !  throned  above,        , 
Thou  Fountain  of  redeeming  love  ! 
Eternal  Word !  who  left  thy  throne 
For  man's  rebellion  to  atone ; 
Eternal  Spirit !  who  dost  give 
That  grace  whereby  our  spirits  live ; 
Thou  God  of  our  salvation  !  be 
Eternal  praises  paid  to  thee  ! 

Anon.,  1836. 
892 


5. 


6. 


7. 


8. 


9. 


DOXOLOGIES. 
L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three,  — 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  —  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696. 

CM. 
Let  God,  —  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  —  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 

O.   M.     5   LINES. 

The  Lord,  our  God,  we  magnify,  — 

Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  let  all  the  sky, 
Let  all  creation  glorify, 

The  Father,  Spirit,  Son. 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 
CM.     8  LINES. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word 

And  new-creating  Breath ; 
To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all-divine,  — 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, — 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

Isaac  Watts,  1707. 
-       893 


10. 


11 


12, 


13. 


14. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
Is  now,  and  shall  for  ever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696,  a. 
C.  L.  M. 

To  thee,  O  God !  our  songs  we  raise, 

To  thee  be  glory  given  ; 
Let  all  creation  join  to  praise 

The  God  of  earth  and  heaven,  — 
God  ever  blessed,  —  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  —  Three  in  One. 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 

S.  M. 
To  God,  —  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  —  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  for  ever  be. 

John   Wesley,  1739. 
S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne  ! 

And  saints  that  dwell  below  ! 
Worship  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

Isaac  Watt*,  1707. 
S.  M.     8  LINES. 

Thee,  —  Father,  Spirit,  Son  !  — 

We  joyfully  adore : 
We  bless  th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 

Who  reigns  for  evermore  : 
Thou  glorious  Trinity, 

By  earth  and  heaven  adored ! 
We  glorify,  we  worship  thee, 

The  universal  Lord. 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 
894 


15. 


16. 


17. 


18. 


19, 


DOXOLOGIES. 

S.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 

Jehovah,  Three  in  One, 
Be  endless  praise  and  glory  given : 

Thy  name,  almighty  King  ! 

Let  all  creation  sing, 
With  all  their  powers,  on  earth,  in  heaven. 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 
H.  M. 
To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God,  the  Son  ; 
To  God,  the  Spirit,  praise ; 
With  all  our  powers,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709,  a. 
6S.     8  LINES. 

To  Father  and  to  Son, 

And,  Holy  Ghost !  to  thee, 
Eternal  Three  in  One  ! 

Eternal  glory  be ; 
As  hath  been,  and  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore : 
Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 

And  thee,  our  God,  adore. 

Anon.,  1871. 
6s  &  4s. 

To  God,  —  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  —  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given  ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song  ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong  ; 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong  — 

On  earth,  in  heaven. 

E.  F.  H.,  1843. 
6s  &  4s.  P. 
Thy  name,  O  God !  we  bless ; 
The  Father,  Son, 
895 


DOXOLOGIES. 


20, 


21. 


22, 


23. 


And  Spirit,  we  confess, — 
Great  Three  in  One  ! 

Let  men  and  angels  raise 

To  thee  their  loftiest  praise ; 

And,  through  eternal  days, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


E.  F.  H.,  1872. 


7s. 
Holy  Father  !  Holy  Son ! 
Holy  Spirit !  Three  in  One  ! 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  thee, 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

Anon.,  1869. 

7s. 
Sing  we,  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  —  all  ye  heavenly  host !  — 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Charles  Wesley,  1739. 
7s.     6  LINES. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him,  —  all  below  the  sky ! 
Praise  him,  —  all  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

Anon.,  1827. 

7S.     8   LINES. 

Now,  with  angels  round  the  throne, 

Cherubim  and  seraphim, 
And  the  church  for  ever  one, 

Let  us  swell  the  solemn  hymn,  — 
To  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
To  the  Spirit  and  the  Word ; 
As  it  was  all  worlds  before, 
Is,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

Josiah  Conder,  1836. 
89G 


24. 


25. 


26. 


27. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

7s&6s. 
Great  God  of  earth  and  heaven ! 

To  thee  our  songs  we  raise ; 
To  thee  be  glory  given 

And  everlasting  praise  : 
We  joyfully  confess  thee, 

Eternal  Triune  God ! 
We  magnify,  we  bless  thee, 

And  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

E.  F.  II.,  1S72. 

7s  &  6s.  P. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we,  with  the  heavenly  host, 

To  praise  thee  evermore : 
Live,  by  earth  and  heaven  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

All  glory  be  to  thee. 

Charles  Wesley,  1760,  a. 
8s.     8  lines. 

Jehovah  !  we  magnify  thee, 

With  angels  thy  praises  *we  sing  ; 
All  honor  and  majesty  be 

Ascribed  to  our  glorious  King,  — 
Our  Maker,  Redeemer,  and  God,  — 

The  Father,  the  Spirit,  the  Son  ! 
We  '11  publish  thy  praises  abroad, 

Thou  great  and  adorable  One! 

E.  F.  H.,  1872. 


8s  &  7s. 
Praise  the  Father,  earth,  and  heaven ! 

Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise ; 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 

Glory,  through  eternal  days. 

Anon.,  1827. 
57  897 


28, 


29. 


DOXOLOCIES. 


8s  &  7s.     6  LINES. 

Praise  and  honor  to  the  Father, 
Praise  and  honor  to  the  Son, 

Praise  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One, 
•  One  in  might,  and  one  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

John  Mason  Neale,  1862,  a. 
8s  &  7s.     8  LINES. 

Praise  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  Expiation  ; 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  ; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 

Him,  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

Josiah  Conder,  1836. 


30 


31 


8s,  7s  &  4. 
Great  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 

God,  the  Father,  God,  the  Son, 
God,  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

YCiUhtm  Goode,  1811,  a. 
10s  &  lis. 

Thy  glory,  O  Lord  !  we  joyfully  sing  ; 

Thy  name  be  adored,  thou  merciful  King! 

We  bless  thee,  Jehovah !  the  great  One  in  Three, 

Who  wast,  and  who  art,  and  who  ever  shalt  be. 

OQ  E.  F.  II.,  1872. 

*>^.  lis. 

Jehovah  !  we  bless  thee,  we  glorify  thee, 
Thou  Fount  of  all  being,  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  Father,  the  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  — One  God ! 
Oh  !  spread  ye  his  praises,  all  creatures  !  abroad. 

E.  F.  II.,  1872. 

808 


SELECTIONS  FOR   CHANTING. 


1.  Psalm   1. 

1  Blessed  is  the  man  that  walketh  not  in  the  coun- 

sel |  of  the  •  un-  |  godly, 
Nor  standeth  in  the  way  of  sinners,  nor  sitteth  in 
the  |  seat  —  |  of  the  |  scornful. 

2  But  his  delight  is  in  the  |  law  ■  of  the  |  Lord  ; 
And  in  his  law  doth  he  |  medi-tate  |  day  and  | 

night. 

3  And  he  shall  be  like  a  tree  planted  by  the !  rivers  ' 

of  |  water, 
That  bringeth  forth  his  |  fruit —  |  in  his  |  season; 

4  His  leaf  also  |  shall  not  |  wither  ;|J  and  whatso-  | 

ever*  he  |  doeth  shall  |  prosper. 

5  The  ungodly  |  are  not  |  so  : 

But  are  like  the  chaff  which  the  |  wind  —  |  dri- 
veth  *  a-  |  way. 

6  Therefore  the  ungodly  shall  not  |  stand  ■  in  the  | 

judgment. 
Nor  sinners  in  the  congre-  |  gation  |  of  the  |  right- 
eous. 

7  For  the  Lord  knoweth  the  |  way  ■  of  the  |  right- 

eous : 
But  the  way  of  the  un-  |  godly  |  shall  |  perish. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  j  Son,  ||  and  | 

to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 
As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now.  and  |  ever  | 

shall  be, 
\Vorld  |  without  |  end.     A-  |  men. 

2.  Psalm  8. 

1   0  Lord,  our  Lord  1    how    excellent   is  thy  name 
in  |  all  the  |  earth  ! 
"Who  hast  set  thy  |  glorv  •  a-  |  bove  tlie  I  heavens. 
89) 


2  On:  mouth   of  babes  and    -  gs  hast 

thou  ordained  strength  be-  |  cause  oi  ■  thine  | 
ene:.     - 
That  thou  mightest  still  the  |  ene  -  my  |  and  ■ 
a- 

-ider  thy  heavens,  the  work  oi  ■  thy 
_     - 
The  moon  and  the  stars.  ]  which  thou  |  hast  or-  | 
dai: 
-i  TVhai  is  man.  that  thou  art  |  mindful  ]  of  him  ? 

And  the  son  of  man  |  that  thou  |  visit-est  |  him  ? 
5  For  thou  hast  made  him  a  little  lower  |  than  the  | 
i  _     - 
An  1  |  him  with  |  glory  ■  and  |  honor. 

st  him  to  have  dominion  over   the  | 
works  of  •  thy  ]  tuu     - 
The.  . :  |  all  things  |  under  •  his  |  : 

7  All  sheep   and  oxen,  yea,  and  the  beasts  of  the 

field :  the  fowl  of  the  air,  and  the  |  fish- of  the  | 

And  what*  :h  |  through  the  |  paths  ■  oi 

thr 

8  0     L:rl.  our  |  Lord! 

Hr  -  at  is  thy  |  name  in  |  all  the  |  earth  ! 

:o  the  Father. 
O.  Psalm  l'3. 

1  The  Lord  |  is  my  |  Shepherd; 

I     ?hall —  |  not  —      vant. 
'2  He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  |  green —  |  pastures  : 

He]         thine  be-     -  —  |  waters. 

3  H        -  reth  •  my  ]  soul : 

He  leadeth  me  in  the  paths  of  righteousness  ]  for 
j  sake. 

4  Y:  _  h   I   walk   through  the  valley  of  the 

sL:.  ?tth.  I  will  |  fear  no  j  evil: 

For  thou  a:  :   thy   rod  and  thy  |  staff 

thev  |  comfort  !  me. 

MM 


CHANTS. 

5  Thou   preparest  a   table   before  me  in  vthe  pres- 

ence |  of  mine  |  enemies : 
Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil ;   my  |  cup  —  | 
runneth  |  over. 

6  Surely  goodness   and  mercy  shall  follow  me   all 

the  |  days  of  •  my  |  life : 
And  I  will  dwell  in  the  |  house  ■  of  the  |  Lord 
for-  |  ever. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

4.  Psalm  67. 

1  God  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  and  |  bless  us ; 
And  cause  his  |  face  to  |  shine  up-  |  on  us  ; 

2  That  thy  way  may  be  |  known  up. on  |  earth, 
Thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong  all  |  nations. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  |  thee,    *  O  |  God  ! 
Let  all  the  |  people  |  praise  —  |  thee. 

4  Oh !  let  the  nations  be  glad  and  |  sing  for  |  joy : 
For  thou  shalt  judge  the  people  righteously,  and 

govern  the  |  nations  |  upon  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  praise  |  thee,  O  '  |  God  ! 
Let  all  the  |  people  |  praise —  |  thee. 

G  Then  shall  the  earth  |  yield  her  |  increase  ; 

And  God,  even  |  our  own  |  God,  shall  |  bless  us. 

7  God  |  —  shall  |  bless  us ; 

And  all  the  ends  of  the  |  earth  shall  |  fear  —  | 

him. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

5.  Psalm  90. 

1  Lord  !   thou  hast  been  our  |  dwelling  -  |  place,  || 

in  |  all —  |  gen-er-  |  ations. 

2  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever 

thou  hadst  formed  the  |  earth* and  the  |  world, 
Even   from    everlasting    to  ever-  |  lasting,  |  thou 
art  |  God. 

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CHANTS. 

3  Thou  turnest  man  |  to  de-  J  struction ;  ||  and  sayest, 
Re-  |  turn,  ye  |  children  •  of  |  men  ! 

4  For  a  thousand  years  in  thy  sight  are  but  as  yes- 

terday |  when  •  it  is  |  past, 
And  as  a  |  watch  —  |  in  the  |  night. 

5  Thou  carriest  them  away  as  with  a  flood ;  they 

are  |  as  a  |  sleep : 
In  the  morning  they   are   like  |  grass    which  | 
groweth  |  up. 

6  In  the  morning  it  flourisheth,  and  |  groweth  |  up ; 
In   the    evening   it   is    cut   |   down,    and  |  with- 
er- |  eth. 

7  For  we  are  consumed  |  by  thine  |  anger,  ||  and  by 

thy  |  wrath — |  are  we  |  troubled. 

8  Thou  hast  set  our  iniquities  be-  |  fore  —  |  thee, 
Our  secret  sins  in  the  |  light  —  |  of  thy  |  counte- 
nance. 

9  For   all    our   days   are  passed  away  |  in  thy  | 

wrath  : 
We  spend  our  years  as  a  |  tale  —  |  that  is  |  told. 

10  The  days  of  our  years  are  three-score  years  and 

ten ;    and  if  by  reason  of  strength  they  be  | 
four-score  |  years, 
Yet  is  their  strength  labor  and  sorrow ;    for  it  is 
soon  cut  off,  |  and  we  |  fly  a-  |  way. 

1 1  "Who  knoweth  the  power  |  of  thine  |  anger  ? 
Even  according  to   thy   fear,  |  so  —  |  is   thy  | 

wrath. 

12  So  teach  us  to  |  number  •  our  |  days, 

That    we    may    apply   our  |  hearts  — -  |  unto  [ 
wisdom. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 
902 


6.  Psalm   121. 

1  I  will    lift   up    mine    eves    unto    the  hills,  from 

whence  |  cometh  *  my  |  help. 
My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  |  which  made  | 
heaven  ■  and  |  earth. 

2  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved :  he  that 

keepeth  thee  |  will  not  |  slumber. 
Behold,  he    that   keepeth   Israel    shall   neither  | 
slumber  |  nor  —  |  sleep. 

3  The  Lord  is  thy  Keeper :  the  Lord  is   thy  Shade 

upon  j  thy  right  |  hand. 
The   sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  |  nor  the  | 
moon  by  J  night. 

4  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil :  he 

shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy 
coming  in  from  this  time  forth,  and  |  even  ■  for  J 
ever-  |  more. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

7.  Psalm  92.- 

1  It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  un-  |  to  the  | 

Lord, 
And  to  sing  praises  unto  thy  |  name,  |  O  Most  | 

2  To  shew  forth  thy  loving-kindness  |  in  the  [  morn- 

ing, 
And  thy  | faithful. ness|  every  |  night. 

3  Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  up-  |  on 

the  |  psaltery ; 
Upon  the  harp,  |  with  a  |  solemn  |  sound. 

4  For  thou,  Lord!    hast   made  me  glad  |  through 

thy  |  work ; 
I  will  triumph  in  the  |  works  |  of  thy  |  hands. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 
9n.°, 


8.  Psalm  98. 

1  Oh!    sing    unto  the  |  Lord  a 'new  |  song  ;||  for  he 

hath  |  done  —  |  marvel  -  ous  |  things  : 

2  His  right  hand,  and  his  |  holy  |  arm,||hath|  gotten  | 

him  the  |  victory. 

3  The  Lord  hath  made  known  |  his  sal-  |  vation : 
His   righteousness   hath    he    openly    shewed  |  in 

the  |  sight .  of  the  |  heathen. 

4  He  hath  remembered  his  mercy  and  truth  toward 

the  |  house  of  |  Israel : 
All  the  ends  of  the  earth  have  seen  the  sal-  |  va- 
tion |  of  our  |  God. 

5  Make   a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  the  | 

earth ! 
Make  a  loud  noise,  and  re-  |  joice,  and  |  sing —  | 
praise. 

G   Sing  unto  the  Lord  |  with  the  |  harp ; 

With  the  harp,  and  the  |  voice  —  |  of  a  |  psalm. 

7  With  trumpets  and  |  sound  of  |  cornet 

Make  a  joyful  noise  be- 1  fore  the  |  Lord,  the  |  King. 

8  Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  |  fullness  ■  there-  |  of; 
The  world,  and  |  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 

9  Let  the  floods  |  clap  their  |  hands, 

Let  the  hills  be  joyful  to-  |  gether .  be- 1  fore  the  | 
Lord; 

10  For  he  cometh   to  |  judge  the  |  earth ; 

With  righteousness  shall  he    judge    the    world, 
and  the  |  people  |  with  —  |  equity. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

04  Psalm  95. 

1  On !  come,  let  us  sing  un-  |  to  the  |  Lord  ; 

Let  us  make  a  joyful  noise  to  the  |  Rock  of  |  oui 
sal-  |  vation. 

904 


2  Let  us  come  before  his  presence  |  with  thanks-  | 

giving, 
And  make  a  joyful   noise  |  unto  |  him    with  | 
psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great —  |  God,|[and  a  great  | 

King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 

4  In  his  hand  are  the  deep  places  |  of  the  |  earth  ; 
The  strength  of  the  |  hills  is  |  his  —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  his,  |  and  he !  made  it :  ||  and  his  hands  j 

formed  .  the  |  dry  |  land. 

G  Oh  !  come,  let  us  worship  |  and  bow —  |  down : 
Let  us  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord,  our  |  Maker. 

7  For  he  |  is  our  |  God  ; 

And  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  | 
sheep  of  |  his  —  |  hand. 

8  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  harden  |  not 

your  |  heart, 
As  in   the   provocation,  and  as   in   the   day   of 
temp  |  tation  |  in  the  |  wilderness : 

9  When  your  fathers  |  tempted  |  me,||proved  |  me, 

and  |  saw  my  |  work. 

10  Forty  years  long  was  I  grieved  with  |  this  *  gener- 1 
ation, 
And  said,  It  is  a  people  that  do  err  in  their  heart, 
and  they  |  have  not  |  known  my  |  ways  : 

*1L  Unto  whom  I  sware  |  in  my  |  wrath  ||  that  they 
should  not  |  enter  |  into  *  my  |  rest. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

10.  Psalm  84. 

1   How  amiable  are  thy  |  tab- 1  er- 1  nacles,  ||  O  !  Lord  | 
of —  |  hosts! 

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2  My    soul   longeth,  yea,  even   fainteth   for    the  | 

courts  *  of  the  |  Lord  : 
My   heart   and   my   flesh   crieth   out  |  for  the  | 
living  |  God. 

3  Yea,   the    sparrow  hath  found  a  house,  and  the 

swallow  a  nest  for  herself,  where  she  may  |  lay 
her  |  youug,|| 
Even    thine    altars ;     O    Lord    of    hosts,    my  | 
King,  —  |  and  my  |  God  ! 

4  Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  |  in  thy  |  house  :  ||  they 

will  be  |  still —  |  praising  |  thee. 

5  Behold,  O  |  God,  our  |  Shield !   ||  and  look  upon 

the  |  face  of  |  thine  A-  |  nointed. 

6  For    a   day  in    thy   courts   is   better  |  than   a  | 

thousand. 
I  had  rather  be  a  doorkeeper  in  the  house  of  my 
God,  than  to  dwell  in  the  |  tents  of  |  wicked-  | 
ness. 

7  For  the  Lord  God  is  a  |  Sun  and  |  Shield : 

The  Lord  will  give  grace  and  glory  :  no  good  thing 
will  he  withhold  from  |  them  that  |  walk  up-  | 
rightly. 

8  O  |  Lord  of  |  hosts  !    ||  blessed  is  the  |  man  that  | 

trusteth  ■  in  |  thee. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

11.  Psalm  100. 

1  Make  a  joyful  noise  unto  the  Lord,  |  all  ye '  lands  : 
Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness  :  come  before  his  | 

presence  |  with —  |  singing. 

2  Know  ye  that  the  Lord  |  he  is  |  God : 

It  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  our- 
selves ;  we  are  his  people,  |  and  the  |  sheep  of 
his  I  pasture. 

90G 


CHANTS. 

3  Enter  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and   id  to 

his  |  courts  with  |  praise : 
Be    thankful   unto  him,  and  |  bless  —  |  his  —  | 
name. 

4  For    the    Lord   is   good  ;    his  mercy  is  |  ever-  ( 

lasting  ; 
And  his  truth  endureth  to  |  all — igener-'ations. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

12.  Psalm  103:  1—8,19—22. 

1  Bless  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul ! 

And,  all   that  is  within  me  !    |  bless  his  |  holy  | 
name. 

2  Bless  the  Lord,  |  0  my  ]  soul ! 

And  for-  |  get  not  |  all  his  |  benefits : 

3  Who  forgiveth  all  |  thine  in-  |  iquities  ; 
Who  |  healeth  *  all  |  thy  dis-  |  eases ; 

4  Who  redeemeth  thy  life  |  from  de  |  struction ; 
Who  crowneth  thee  with  loving  |  kindness  ■  and  | 

tender  |  mercies; 

5  Who  satisfieth  thy  mouth  with  |  good —  |  things  ; 
So  that  thy  youth  is  re-  |  new  -  ed  |  like  the  | 

eagle's. 

G  The  Lord  executeth  I  righteous-  |  ness  and  |  judg- 
ment 
For  |  all  that  |  are  op-  |  pressed ; 

7  He  made  known  liis  ways  |  unto  |  Moses, 
His  acts  unto  the  |  children  •  of  |  Isra-  |  el. 

8  The  Lord  is  |  merci-  |  ful  and  |  gracious, 
Slow  to  anger,  and  |  plen .  teous  |  in —  |  mercy. 

9  The  Lord  hath  prepared  his  j  throne  •  in  the  | 

heavens ; 
And  his  kingdom  |  ruleth  |  over  |  all. 
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CHANTS. 

10  Bless  the  Lord,  ye  his  angels,  that  ex-  |  eel  in  | 

strength. 
That  do  his  commandments,  hearkening  unto  the  | 
voice  of  |  his —  |  word ! 

1 1  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  all  |  ye  his  |  hosts ! . 

Ye  ministers  of  |  his,  that  |  do  his  |  pleasure ! 

1 2  Bless  the  Lord,  all  his  works  !  in  all  places  of  | 

his  do-  |  minion: 
Bless  the  j  Lord,  |  O  —  my  |  soul ! 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

13.  Psalm  122. 

1  I  was  glad  when  they  said  |  unto  |  me, 
Let  us  go  into  the  |  house  —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates, 
O —  |  — Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem! 

o  Jerusalem  is  builded  |  as  a  |  city 
That  |  is  com-  |  pact  to-  |  gether : 

4  Whither  the  tribes  go  up,  the  |  tribes*  of  the  |  Lord, 
Unto  the  testimony  of  Israel,  to  give  thanks  unto 

the  |  name —  |  of  the  |  Lord. 

5  For  there  are  set  |  thrones  of  |  judgment, 
The  thrones  of  the  |  house  of  |  Da-  |  vid. 

6  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem  : 
They  shall  |  prosper  .  that  |  love  —  |  thee. 

7  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  |  walls, 

And  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  |  pala-  |  ces. 

8  For  my  brethren  and  com-  |  panions'  |  sakes, 
I  will  now  say,  |  Peace  —  |  be  with-  |  in  thee. 

9  Because  of  the  house  of  the  |  Lord  our  |  God 
I  will  |  seek —  |  thy —  |  good. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

908 


CHANTS. 

14.  Psalm  150. 

1  Praise  |  ye  the  |  Lord. 

Praise  God  in  his  sanctuary  ;  praise  him  in  the  | 
firma-ment  |  of  his  |  power. 

2  Praise  him  for  his  |  mighty  |  acts  ; 

Praise  him  according  |  to  his  |excel-lent  greatness. 

3  Praise  him  with  the  |  sound  •  of  the  |  trumpet : 
Praise  him  |  with  the  |  psaltery  ■  and  |  harp. 

4  Praise  him  with  the  |  timbrel  •  and  |  dance : 
Praise  him  with  stringed  |  instru-  |  ments  and  | 

organs. 

5  Praise  him  upon  the  |  loud  |  cymbals : 

Praise  him  upon  the  high 1  sounding  |  cymbals 

G  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  |  praise  the  | 
Lord : 
Praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  |  Lord. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

15.  Isaiah  53:  3-6,  10-11. 

1  He  is  despised  and  re-  |  jected  of  |  men  ; 

A  man  of  sorrows,  |  and   ac-  |  quainted  •  with  | 
grief: 

2  And  we  hid  as  it  were  our  |  faces  |  from  him ; 
He  was  despised,  and  |  we  es-  |  teemed  ■  him ,  not. 

3  Surely  he  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and ;  carried  •  our  | 

sorrows : 
Yet  we  did  esteem  him  stricken,  |  smitten  •  of  | 
God,  •  and  af-  |  flicted. 

4  But  he  was  wounded  for  |  our  trans-  |  gressions, 
He  was  |  bruised  •  for  |  our  in-  |  iquities  ; 

5  The  chastisement  of  our  peace  |  was  up-  |  on  him  ; 
And  with  |  his  stripes  |  we  are  |  healed. 

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6  All  we  like  sheep  have  |  gone  a-  |  stray ; 

We  have  turned  every  |  one  to  |  his  own  |  way ; 

7  And  the  Lord  hath  |  laid  on  |  him 
The  in-  |  iqui  -  ty  |  of  us  |  all. 

8  When  thou  shalt  make  his  soul  an  |  offering  •  for  | 

sin, 
He  shall  see  his  seed,  he  |  shall  pro-  |  long  his  | 

days, 

9  And  the  pleasure  of  the  Lord  shall  prosper  |  in 

his  |  hand. 
He  shall  see  of  the  travail  of  his  soul,  and  |  shall 
be  |  satis-  |  fied. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

16.  Isaiah  52:  1,  7-9. 

1  Awake  !  awake !  put  on  thy  |  strength,  O  |  Zion ! 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  |  garments,  O  Je-  |  rusalem ! 

2  How  beautiful  up-  |  on  the  |  mountains 

Are  the  feet  of  him  that  bringeth  good  |  tidings,  . 
that  |  publish  -  eth  |  peace ; 

3  That  bringeth  good  tidings  of  good,  that  publisheth  | 

sal |  vation  ; 

That  saith  unto  |  Zion,  Thy  |  God  —  |  reigneth  ! 

4  Thy  watchmen  shall  lift  |  up  the  |  voice ; 
With  the  voice  to-  |  gether  |  shall  they  |  sing  : 

5  For  they  shall  see  |  eye  to  |  eye, 

When  the  Lord  shall  |  bring  a-  |  gain  —  |  Zion. 

6  Break  forth  |  into  |  joy, 

Sing  together,  ye  waste  places  |  of  Je-  |  rusa- 1  lem  J 

7  For   the    Lord   hath   comforted  |  his  |  people, 
He  hath  re-  |  deem  -  ed  .  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem. 

910 


CHANTS. 

8  The  Lord  hath  made  bare  his  holy  arm  in  the  eyes 

of  |  all  the  |  nations  ; 
And  all  the  ends  of  the  earth  shall  see  the  sal-  [ 

vation  |  of  our  |  God. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

\(.    The  Beatitudes  —  Matthew  5:  3-12. 

1  Blessed  are  the  (  poor  in '  spirit :  ||  for  theirs  ■  is 

the  |  kingdom  '  of  |  heaven. 

2  Blessed  are  |  they  that   |   mourn  :  ||  for  |  they  | 

shall  be  |  comforted. 

3  Blessed  |  are  the  |  meek :  ||  for  |  they  •  shall  in-  | 

herit  .  the  |  earth. 

4  Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  | 

righteous-  |  ness  :  ||  for  they — '  shall  be  |  filled, 
o  Blessed   are    the  jmerci-jful:  ||    for  |  they  •  shall 
ob-  |  tain —  |  mercy. 

6  Blessed   are    the  |  pure    in  |  heart :    j|  for  |  they 

shall  |  see —  |  God. 

7  Blessed  are  the  |  peace  |  makers  :  ||  for  they  shall 

be  called  the  |  children  |  of  |  God. 

8  Blessed   are    they   which   are   persecuted   for  | 

righteous  *  ness'  |  sake:   ||   for | theirs  ■  is  |  the 
kingdom  of  |    heaven. 

9  Blessed  are  ye.  when  men  shall  revile  you,  and  | 

perse  ■  cute  |  you.  j|  and  shall  say  all  manner  of 
evil  against  you  falsely.  |  for  my  |  sake. 
10  Rejoice  and  be  exceeding  glad  :  for  great  is  your! 
re-  |  ward  in  |  heaven  :  ||    for  so  persecuted  they 
the  |  prophets  *  which  |  were  be-  |  fore  you. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

18.  Psalm  19:  7-11. 

1  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect,  con-  |  verting  • 

the  |  soul : 
The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure,  |  making  |  wise 

the  |  simple. 


CHANTS. 

2  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right,  re-  |  joicing 

the  |  heart : 
The   commandment   of  the    Lord   is  pure,  en-  | 
light-  |  ening  •  the  |  eyes. 

3  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean,  en-  |  during  ■  for-  | 

ever : 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  |  right- 
eous |  alto-  |  gether. 

4  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than  gold,  yea,  than  | 

much  fine  gold : 
Sweeter  also  than  honey  |  and  the  |  honey- 1  comb. 

5  Moreover  by  them  is  thy  |  servant  |  warned : 
And  in  keeping  of  them ,  there  is  |  great  re-  |  ward. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

19.  Luke  1  :  68-71. 

1  Blessed  be  the  Lord  |  God  of  |  Israel ; 

For   he   hath    visited  |  and   re-  J  deemed  '  his  | 
people ; 

2  And  hath  raised  up  a  horn  of  sal-  |  vation  |  for  us 
In  the  house  |  of  his  |  servant  |  David  ; 

3  As  he  spake  by  the  mouth  of  his  j  holy  |  prophets, 
Which  have  been  |  since  the  |  world  be-  |  gan  : 

4  That  we  should  be  saved  |  from  our  |  enemies, 
And  from  the  |  hand  of  I  all  that  |  hate  us. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

20.  Luke  2:  29-32. 

1  Lord  !  now  lettest  thou  thy  servant  de-  |  part  in  | 

peace, 
Ac-  |  cording  |  to  thy  |  word. 

2  For  mine  eyes  have  seen  |  thy  sal-  I  vation, 
Which  thou  hast  prepared  before  the  |  face  J  of 

all  |  people ; 

3  A  light  to  I  lighten  •  the  |  Gentiles, 
And  the  glory  of  thy  |  people  |  Isra-  |  el. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 
912 


CHANTS. 

21.  1  Cor.-  5:  7,  8;  Rom.  6:  9-11;  1  Cor.  15: 

20-22. 

1  Christ,  our  Passover,  is  sacri-  j  need  ■  for   us. 
Therefore  |  let  us  |  keep  the  |  feast, 

2  Not  with  old  leaven,  neither  with  the  leaven  of  | 

malice  ■  and  I  wickedness; 
But  with  the  unleavened  bread  of  sin-  |  ceri-  !  ty 
and  i  truth. 

3  Christ,  being  raised  from  the  dead,  |  dieth  •  no  | 

more  ; 
Death  hath  no  more  do-  !  minion  !  o-ver  |  him. 

4  For  in  that  he  died,  he  died  unto  |  sin  —  |  once  : 
But  in  that  he  liveth,  he  |  liveth  |  unto  |  God. 

5  Likewise   reckon  ye  also   yourselves  to  be  dead 

indeed  ,  unto  |  sin, 
But  alive  unto  God  through  |  Jesus  |  Christ  our 
Lord. 

6  Now  is  Christ  risen  |  from  the  |  dead, 

And   become    the   first-  |  fruits   of  i  them  that  | 
slept. 

7  For  since  by  I  man  came  !  death, 

By  man  came  also  the  resur-  |  rection  |  of  the  | 
dead. 

8  For  as  in  Adam  |  all  —  |  die, 

Even  so  in  Christ  shall  |  all  be  |  made  a-  |  live. 
Glory  be  to  the  Father,  &c. 

BAPTISMAL. 
Before  the  Administration. 

22.  Psalm  103:  17,  18. 

1  The  mercy  of  the  Lord  is  from  everlasting  to  ever- 

lasting upon  |  them  that  |  fear  him ; 
And  his  righteousness ;  un- 1  to  |  children's  |  children. 

2  To  such  as  |  keep  his  |  covenant ; 

And   to  those  that  remember  his  com-  j  mand  ■  - 
ments  to  |  do  —  |  them. 
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Mark  10:  13,  14. 

3  Axd  they  brought  young  children  to  him,  that  | 

he  should  |  touch  them  ; 
And   his    disciples    re-  |  bu  -  ked  |  those    that    | 
brought  them. 

4  But   when   Jesus    saw   it,  he   was  |  much   dis-  | 

pleased  ; 
And  said  unto  them,  Suffer  the  little  children  to 
come  unto  me,  and  forbid  them  not ;  for  of  | 
such  •  is  the  I  kingdom  •  of  |  God. 
After    the    Administration. 
Ezekiel  3G:  25,  26. 

1  Tiien  will  I  sprinkle  clean  I  water  .  up-  |  on  you,|| 

and  |  ye  shall  |  be—  I  clean  : 

2  A  new  heart  also  I  will  I  |  give  you, 

And  a  new  spirit  |  will  I  |  put  with-  |  in  you : 

3  And   I   will    take   away    the     stony    heart  |  out 

of  .  your  |  flesh, 
And  I  will  |  give  .  you  a  j  heart  of  |  flesh. 
Isaiah  44 :  3,  4. 

4  I  will  pour  my  Spirit  up-  |  on  thy  |  seed, 
And  my  |  blessing  .  up-  |  on  thine  |  offspring : 

5  And  they  shall  spring  up  as  a-  mong  the  |  grass, 
As  willows  |  by  the  |  water-  |  courses. 

Acts  2:  39. 

6  For   the   promise   is   unto   you,  and  |  to   your — 

children  ; 
And  to  all  that  are  afar  off,  even  as  many  as  the  | 
Lord  our  |  God  shall  |  call. 

23  THE    LORD'S    PRAYER. 

Matthew  G  :  9-13. 

1  Our  Father  which  j  art  in  |  heaven !  ||  Hallowed  | 

be  —  |  thy  —  |  name. 

2  Thy  |  kingdom   |   come.  ||  Thy   will   be   done   in 

earth  |  as  it  !  is  in  |  heaven. 
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3  Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  \  bread. 

And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as     we  for-  give  our  | 
debtors. 

4  And  lead  us  not  j  into  .  temp- Station,  !|  but  de-  ! 

liv  -  er   |  us  from     evil : 

5  For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  !  power,  and 

the  ,  glory,  ||  for  |  ever.  I  A j  men. 

24,  Gloria  in  Excelsis. 

1  Glory  be   to  |  God  on  \  high,  |j  and  on  earth  | 

peace,  good-     will  toward  ]  men. 

2  We  praise   thee,    we  bless   thee,  we  j  worship  | 

thee,  ||  we  glorify  thee,  we  give  thanks  to ;  thee, 
for  |  thy  great  |  glory. 

3  O  Lord  God,  |  heaven- |ly  |  King,|| God  the  |  Father  | 

Al-  |  mighty ! 

4  O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son,  |  Jesus  |  Christ !  || 

O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  |  God,  Son  j  of  the  | 
Father ! 

5  That    takest  away   the  |  sins  *  of  the  |  world,  || 

have  mercy  !  upon  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  j  world !  || 

have  mercy  I  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  sins  ■  of  the 'world!  || 

re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  j 

Father!  ||  have  mercy  \  upon  ]  us. 

9  For  thou  I  only  ■  art  |  holy ;  ||   thou  |  only  j  art 

the  I  Lord; 
10  Thou  only,  O  Christ !  with  th$  \  Holy  |   Ghost.|| 
art  most  high   in    the  |  glory  •  of   God    the  | 
Father.  ||  A-  |  men. 

25.  Te  Deum  Laudamus. 

1  We  praise  I  thee,  O  I  God !  ||  we  acknowledge  | 
thee  to  i  be  the  \  Lord. 
915 


2  All    the    earth   doth   |    worship    |   thee,  ||   the  | 

Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

3  To  thee  all   angels  |  cry  a-  |  loud  ;||  the  heavens, 

and  J  all  the  |  powers  •  there  |  in. 

4  To    thee,  cherubim   and    I  sera-  |  phim  ||  con-  | 

tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry,  — 

5  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  Sabaoth  ! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  majesty    of  thy 

glory. 

6  The  glorious  company  of  the  apostles !  praise —  | 

thee  ;||the  goodly  fellowship  of  the  |  prophets  | 
praise — thee ; 

7  The  noble  army  of    martyrs  J  praise  —  |  thee  ;  || 

the  holy  church  throughout  all    the    world  | 
doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  thee, 

8  The  Father  of  an  |  infi-nite  |   majesty  ;  ||  thine 

adorable,  |  true,  and  I  only  |  Son  ; 

9  Also  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  ||  the |  Com-—  |  fort-|  er. 

10  Thou  art  the  King  of  |  glory,-  O  I  Christ!  ||  thou 

art  the  ever-  |  lasting  |  Son  ■  of  the  |  Father. 

11  When  thou  tookest  upon  thee  to  de-i  liver  j  man,  || 

thou  didst  humble  thyself  to  be  |  born  —  |  of  a  | 
virgin* 

12  When  thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness -of  | 

death,  ||  thou   didst   open   the   king-dom  of  | 
heaven  •  to  |  all  be-  |  lievers. 

13  Thou  sittest  at  the   right  !  hand   of  |  God,  ||  in 

the  I  glory  |  of  the  |  Father. 

14  We  believe  that  j  thou  shalt   |    come,  ||   to  be  | 

our  |  Judge.    * 

15  We  therefore  pray  thee,  |  help  thy  |  servants,  |' 

whom    thou  hast   redeemed  |  with   thy  |  pre- 
cious 1  blood. 

1 6  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  thy  |  saints,  |,; 

in  |  glory  j  ever-  |  lasting. 
91G 


CHANTS. 

1 7  O  Lord !  save  thy  people,  and  |  bless  thy  |  her- 

itage; ||  govern  them,  and  1  lift  them  J  up  for ;  ever. 

18  Day   by   day   we   |  magni  -  fy  |  thee;  ||  and   we 

worship  thy  name  ever,  world  with  | -out—  1  end. 
10  Vouch-  safe,  O  |  Lord!  ||  to  keep  us,  !  this  day| 
without  I  sin. 

20  O  Lord !    have  |  mercy   ■   up-  |  on   us,  ||  have  | 

mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

21  O  Lord!  let  thy  mercy  |  be  up- 'on  us,  ||  as  our  | 

trust   !     |  is  in  |  thee. 

22  0  Lord !  in  thee,  in  thee  have  I  trusted ;  let  me 

never  be  confounded,  let   me   never   be   con- 
founded. 

i-O*  "J  come  to  thee" 

1  God  of  my  life !  thy  |  boundless  |  grace ; 

Chose,  pardoned,  and  a-  |  dopted  |  me ; 
My  Eest,  my  Home,  my  |  Dwelling  |  place, 
Father !  I  |  come  to  |  thee. 

2  Jesus,  my  Hope,  my  |  Rock,  my  |  Shield ! 

Whose  precious  blood  was  |  shed  for  |  me, 
Into  thy  hands  my  |  soul  I  |  yield ;  | 
Saviour!  I  |  come  to  I  thee. 

3  Spirit  of  glory  j  and  of  j  God ! 

Long  hast  thou  deigned  my  guide  to  |  be ; 
jSc-w,  be  thy  comfort  |  sweet  be-  j  stowed ! 
My  God !  I  |  come  to  |  thee. 

4  I  come  to  join  that  |  countless  |  host, 

Who  praise  thy  name  un-  I  ceasing-  j  ly  ; 
Blest  Father,   Son,  and  |  Holy  i  Ghost ! 
My  God !  I  j  come  to  |  thee. 

tyy  Charlotte  Elliott,  1841. 

Jj  (  •  A  lowly  Spirit. 

1  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit 

My  humble  |  prayer  a-  |  scends ;  ||  O  I  Father !  | 

hear  it ;  || 
Upsoaring  on  the  wings  of  \  fear  and  |  meekness,  [| 
For-  |  give  its  |  weakness. 
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CHANTS. 

2  I   know,  I  feel,  how  mean,  and  i  how  un- 1  worthy  || 
The  trembling  sacrifice  1 1  pour  be-  |  fore  thee  ;  — J 
What  can  I  offer  in  thy  |  presence  |  holy  !  —  || 

But  |  sin  and  |  folly  ? 

3  For  in  thy  sight,  who  every  |  bosom  |  viewest,  || 
Cold  are  our  warmest  vows,  and  j  vain  our  |  truest ;  || 
Thoughts  of  a  hurrying  hour—  our  |  lips  re-  |  peat 

them  — 1| 

Our  |  hearts  for-  |  get  them. 

4  We  see  thy  hand  —it  leads  us,  |  it  sup- 1  ports  us  :  — 1| 
We  hear  thy  voice  —  it  counsels  |  and  it  |  courts 

us ;  - 1| 
And  then  we  turn  away  !  —  and  j  still  thy  |  kind- 
ness || 

Par-dons  |  our —  |  blindness. 

5  Who  can  resist  thy  gentle  I  call, — ap-  |  pealing  || 
To  ev'ry  generous  thought  and  |  grateful  |  feeling? — 1| 
That  voice  paternal — whispering,  |  watching  ever  ?  | 

My  |  bosom  ?  |  Never ! 

6  Father  and  Saviour  !  plant  within  that  bosom 
These  |  seeds   of  |  holiness,  —  ||  and  bid   them  | 

blossom 
In   |   fragrance,  ||  and    in    beauty  |  bright    and  | 
vernal,  —  || 

And  |  spring  e-  |  ternal. 

7  Then  place  them  in  those  everlasting  gardens 
Where  I  angels  |  walk  ||   and  seraphs  |  are   the  | 

wardens ;  — 1| 
Where  every  flower,  that  creeps  through  |  death's 
dark  |  portal,  || 

Be-  I  comes  im-  |  mortal. 

John  Bowring,  1823. 
Jd  O  •  The  guiding  Hand. 

1  Lead,  kindly  Light !  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 
Lead  |  thou  me  j  on  ;  || 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 
Lead  |  thou  me  |  on  ;  || 
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Keep  thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 

The     distant  |  scene  ;  ||  one  step  e- 1  nough  for   me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouldst  |  lead  me  .  on  ;  || 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead     thou  me  I  on  :  || 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and?  spite  of  fears, 
Pride     ruled  my  |  will.  ||   Remember  |  not  past  ; 

years. 
So  long  thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

AVill  |  lead  me  j  on  || 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  |  night  is  |  gone  ;  || 
And  with  the  morn  those  anjrel  I  faces  |  smile  II 


Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  j  lost  a  |  while  ! 


John  Henry  Newman,  1833. 


29 


"  Thy  will  be  done" 

1  "  Thy  will  be  |  done !  "  ||  In  devious  way 

The  hurrying  stream  of  |  life  may  J  run  ;  || 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say,  i 
"  Thy  will  be  |  done  !  " 

2  "  Thy  will  be    done  !  "  ||  If  o'er  us  shine 

A  gladdening  and  a  |  pros-  |  perous  |  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine  :  | 
"  Thy  will  be  |  done  ! '"' 

3  "  Thy  will  be, done !  "  ||  Though  shrouded  o'er 

Our  path  with  gloom,  ||  one  comfort  —  one 
•Is  ours  :  to  breathe,  while  we  adore,  | 
<;  Thy  will  be  |  done!" 

John  Bowring,  1823. 


30, 


A  CHORAL. 

"Eta  fate  Burg  ist  unser  Gott," 

A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God, 
A  trusty  shield  and  weapon  ; 

He  helps  us  free  from  every  need 
That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken : 
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CHORAL. 

The  old  bitter  foe 
Means  us  deadly  woe  : 
Deep  guile  and  great  might 
Are  his  dread  arms  in  fight, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

With  might  of  ours  can  naught  be  done, 

Soon  were  our  loss  effected  ; 
But  for  us  fights  the  valiant  One 
Whom  God  himself  elected : 
Ask  ye,  Who  is  this  ? 
Jesus  Christ  it  is, 
Of  Sabaoth  Lord, 
And  there 's  none  other  God, 
He  holds  the  field  for  ever. 

Though  devils  all  the  world  should  fill, 

All  watching  to  devour  us, 
We  tremble  not,  we  fear  no  ill, 
They  cannot  overpower  us : 
This  world's  prince  may  still 
Scowl  fierce  as  he  will, 
He  can  harm  us  none, 
He  's  judged,  the  deed  is  done, 
One  little  word  o'erthrows  him. 

The  Word  they  still  shall  let  remain, 

And  not  a  thank  have  for  it, 
He 's  by  our  side  upon  the  plain, 
With  his  good  gifts  and  Spirit ; 
Take  they  then  our  life, 
Goods,  fame,  child  and  wife  ; 
When  their  worst  is  done, 
They  yet  have  nothing  won, 
The  kingdom  ours  remaineth. 

Ger.,  Martin  Luther,  Nov.  1,  1527, 
Tr.,  Thomas  Carlyle,  1831 ; 
Altered  by  Wm.  M,  Reynold-,  &c,  1863,  1865. 

920 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Aaron,  1163, 1178. 
Abba,  Father,  858. 
Abrahamic  Covenant,  1142,  1144, 

1147,  1153. 
Absence  from  God,  815,  1375. 
Accepted  Time,  548,  549,  550,  551, 
578,  579,  581,  581,  585,   592, 
598,  601,  005. 
Access  to  God,  525,  868,  923,  1023. 
Adoption,  123,  327,  858,  1088. 
Adoration,  133—345. 
Father,  162—266. 
Son,  267—311. 
Spirit,  312—345. 
Trinity,  133—161. 
Advent,  First,  391—417. 

Second,  501,  541,   1393,   1399, 
1401—1409. 
Adversity,  980— 1069. 
Advocate,  5.  143,  469,  525,  541,  623, 

819,  86S  974. 
Afflictions,  980—1069. 
Alarm,  551,  557,  575,  598,  605,  643, 

1075,  1340,  1353,  1372. 
All  in  All  —  See  ChrlH,  God. 
Almost  Christian,  1075. 
Alms,  1261,  1263-1273, 1275—1279. 
Angels,  26,  30,  31,  54,  301, 397,  413, 

542, 1445. 
Apostasy,  592,  945,  948,  962,  970, 

974,  977,  1189. 
Apostles'  Commission,  1121,  1124. 
Ascension  of  Christ,  470—473,  476 
—479,  480.  482,  480—489, 493, 
497,  500,  504. 
Ashamed  of  Christ,  682,  719,  764. 
Aspiration,  746—945. 

For  Divine  Grace,  913—944. 
Of  Faith,  797—831. 
Of  Hope,  832—863. 
Of  Love,  746—796. 
Assurance  of,  GS2,   835,   840,   854, 
861,  900,  954.  990.  1043,'  1073. 
Atoninj?  Sacrifice,  432.  468. 
Completed,  3.4—  544,  596 


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Atoning  Sacrifice :  — 
Needed,  376—390. 
Sufficient,  564,   565,  571—574, 

577,  590,  600,  608. 
Attributes  of  God,  177,  179,  193, 

211. 
Autumn,   1291,   1292,    1301,    1302, 

1327, 1323. 
Backsliding,  592.  945,  948,  962,970, 

974,  977,  1189. 
Baptism  of  the  Spirit,  1200, 1222. 

"        "   Water,  1142—1155. 
Beatitudes,  1077. 
Being  of  God.  172, 174,  349. 
Believers  —  See  Saints. 
Benedictions,    81,    95,    113,    116, 

128. 
Benevolence,  1261, 1263—1273, 1275 

—1279. 
Of  Christ,  421,424-426,  431. 
Bereavement.  983, 1031,  1046, 1051, 

1067,  1350,  1352,  1363,  1364, 

1366,  1379. 
Bible,  346—375. 
Blindness,  645. 
Blood  of  Christ  —  See    Atoning 

Sctcv  iflcs 
Bondase    of   Sin,    385,    389,    539, 

591. 
Book  of  Life.  201,  1046. 
Bread  of  Life,  694,  696,  G98,  705, 

709,  711,'  722,  723,   729,  737, 

742,  852. 
Brevity  of  Life.  1335,  1340,  1358, 

13S2,  1394.  1416. 
Bror\d  Way,  1075. 
Brotherly  Love,  7,  1163—1174. 
Burdens  —  See  Afflictions. 
Burial,  984, 1292, 136S. 
Calmness,  871,  887,  894,  898,  939, 

1026. 
Calvary,  436,  442, 453,  460,  693,  702. 
CarnarPleasure,  667,  842. 
Charity.  1261,    1263—1273,   1275- 

1279. 


INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS. 


Chaetenings  —See  Afflictions. 
Children,  1142—1148,  1150—5,  1313 

—1317. 
Choosing  Christ,  567,  585,  912. 
Christ:  — 

Advent,  First,  391—417. 

Second,  501,  544, 1393 

1399,  1401—1409. 
Advocate,  5,  143.  469,  525,  541 

623,819,868,974. 
Agony,  435,  440—442,  456,  468 

743,  744. 
All  in  All.  756,  784,  822,  896 

908,  964,  1005.  1024,  1041. 
Ascension,  470 — 473,  476 — 479 

480,  482. 
Atonement,  432—468,  692. 
Beauty,  285,  297,  418,  528,  531 

761. 
Birth,  391-417. 
Blood — See  Atoning  Sacri- 
fice. 
Bread  of  Life,   G94,  696,  698 

705,  709,  711,  722,   723,   729 

737,  742,  852. 
Captain,  847,1001,1405. 
Compassion  —  See  Love. 
Condescension  —  See  Incarna 

Hon. 
Conqueror,  479,  480,  486,  488 

493,  494,  497—499,  504—509 

526,  529,  533,  740,  1215,  1216 
Corner  Stone,  1095,  1282. 
Coronation,  308,  309,  505—509, 

513,516. 
Counselor,  396. 
Cross  of—  See  Cross. 
Crucified,  908,  1134. 
Crucifixion,  282,  433,  436—439, 

442—449,  451—464,  484,  487, 

590. 
Day  Star,  370,  897. 
Death  of—  See  Atoning  Sacri- 
fice. 
Desire  of  all  Nations,  411,413. 
Divinity,   275—277,    281,    283, 

289,  291,  297,  298,   302,  304, 

402—404,407,544,590. 
Exaltation,  278,  282,  299,  306, 

470—2,  4S2,  483,  523,  536. 
Example,   421,   422,  425,   426, 

442,  718. 
Excellency,  284,  288,  289. 
Faithfulness  of,  682,  836,  840, 

985. 
Fountain.  450,  554,  896. 
Friend,  280,  292,  455,  459,  469, 

660,  780,  807,  914. 
Gentleness,  431. 
Glory,  275—278,  281,  283,  285, 

287,  290.  3U5— 307,  311. 
Grace  —  See  Lore. 


Christ:  — 

Hiding  Place,  622,  904. 
Humanity,  412,  418—431,  999, 

1064,  1068. 
Humiliation,  395,  399,  400,403, 

454,  4S0,  483,  484,  527,  531. 
Immanuel,  279,  283,  302,402. 
Incarnation,  276,  282,  301,  391 

—417,  482,  499,  514,  520,  535. 
Intercession,  309,  470,  476,  477, 

502,  520,  522.  541,  692,  971. 
Judge,  537, 640, 643, 1397—1411. 
King,  307,  391,  396,   401,  406, 

409,  411—413.  415.   417,  482, 

497,  501, 502,  506,  507,  509,  514 

—517,  521,  523,  529,  537,  543, 

1415. 
Lamb  of  God,  267,  268,  2S3,  287, 

291,  293,  299,  303,  311,  434, 

436,  438,  444,  450,   500,  510, 

514,  515,  540,  639,   670,  693, 

700,  744,  904, 1412,  1413, 1415, 

1417,  1432,  1434. 
Light,  92,  701,  1201  —  See  Sun. 
Life,  418— 431. 
Lord,  our  Righteousness,  380, 

539,  688,  816. 
Love,   284,  296,  300,  410,  423, 

429,  449,  466,  480,  484,   512, 

522,  527,  535,   713,  717,   736, 

743,  769. 
Loveliness,  279,  284,  297,  418, 

420,  423,  455,  528,  729—733, 

752,  754,  757,  760,  765,  782, 

795. 
Majesty,  267—311. 
Mediation.  514,  522,  717  — Sea 

Advocate. 
Melchisedec,  753. 
Ministry,  418—431,  535. 
Miracles,  419,  424. 
Mission,  391,  392,  545,  559. 
Name,  280,  283—285,  296,   518 

—  520,  746—749,  751,  753,  757, 

792—794,  815,  822,  1005. 
Nativity,  391—417. 
Obedience,  428. 
Offices  of,  427,  502, 537, 746,  750. 
Passover,  434,  700  — See  Lamb. 
Patience  of,  425,  423,  423.  429, 

457,464. 
Pearl  of  Great  Price,  690,  756, 

766. 
Physician,  280.  465,  645. 
Power  of —  See  Divinity. 
Preciousness  of,  695,  746—749, 

750—754,  756— 75S,77i;. 
Presence  of,  11,  29,   103,  121, 

125,  127,  129,  715,  763,  981, 

1024. 
Priest,  294,  409,  423,  435,  502, 

517,  522,  524,  537,  591, 1064. 


IXDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


Christ:—  Church:  — 

Prince  of  Glory,  272,  462.  Afflicted,  1186, 1187, 1107, 1223. 

-  Peace.  277,  278,  396,  Beloved  of  God,  406, 1002, 1093. 

408,  417,  1110.  1175, 1211.  Beloved  of  Saints,  1002.  1176. 

Prophet.  294,409,  427,502,  537,  Fellowship,  1168— llv:>. 

746,  756.  Glorv  of.  1002—1004. 10:'3.1099, 

Ransom.  340,  452,  521,  720.  1102,   1103,   1105,  1107.  1108, 

Redeemer  —  See  A  toning  Sac-  1111.1116,  1117,  11S5,  1100, 

ririce.  1227,  1233. 

Refuse,  642,  799,  802,  810,  989,  Increase  of,  1109.  1110.  1113— 

lo  ®.  1115. 1110,  1207—1259. 

Resurrection  of,  38.  39,  45,  49,  Institutions  of,  603—745,  1112 

52—54,63,64.469—500.  —1155. 

Righteousness  of,  380,  539,671,  Missions  of.  1109.  1110,  1113— 

816.  1115.  1119.  1207—1259. 

Rock  of  Aeres.  697,  1116.  Relations,  1002—1251. 

Sacrifice,  Atoning,    432—468,  Revival  of,   1157,  1138,  1191  — 

479,  502.  511,  514,  520,   531,  1206. 

700,  744,  801.  Security  of,  1019,   1042.   1047, 

8aviour  —  See  Atoning  Sacri-  1048,  1008. 1104,  1105, 1107. 

fice.  Union  with,  1156—1160.  1162— 

Second  Coming  of,    501,   544,  1166,  1176,  1180. 

1393.  1399,  1401—1409.  Unitv  of,  1169, 1170, 1172,  1173. 

Shepherd.   446,   653,  723,  793,  1175. 1177,  1179. 

802,  805,  803,  809,  821,   823,  Close  of  Pronation.  1335— 1333. 

824,  901,  983.  Of  Worship,  33.  43.  55,  56,  78, 

Sufferings  of,  432,  433,  435.  437  84,  83,  93,  95.  132,  712,  718. 

—439,  440—449, 451—459, 460,  City  of  God.  1093,  1106,  1116. 

535.  726.  Comforter.  313.  315,  316,  330,  333, 
Sun  of  Righteousness.  5,  11,  337,  340.  343. 

22.  24,  32,  112,  122,  786.  897,  Coming  of  Christ  —  See  Advent. 

1247,  1243.  Commemoration.  693—745. 

Suretv.  470,  854.  Commission.  Apostolic,  1121.  1123, 
Svmpathy   of,   428,    447,    524,  1124,  1130. 1133. 

528,  532,  999,  1064,1067.1068.  Communion  with  Christ.  715,  727, 
Teacher,  420.  425.  770—772.  777.  77'J.  7^4.    785, 

Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  430,  653,  757—739,  801,  868.  878.  896. 

673.  With  God.  774.  7S3,  863,  871, 

Wisdom  of,  539.  879,  836.  891,  1086. 

Wonderful,  396.  With    Saints,    705.  895.   1106, 

Word   of  God,   276,  295,   299,  1163—1185. 

335,  402.  473.  Compassion  of  Christ  —  See  Love 
Christian  :  —  of  Christ. 

Conflicts  of.  945—979.  Of  God,  187,  224,  234,  237,  583, 

Courage,  847,  1047,  1052,  1212,  1014. 1015. 

1280.  Of  Saints.  1259—1271. 1275. 

Death  of,  1347—1349. 1356, 1357,  Completeness,    817— See   AH    in 

1359—1361.  1374,  1380—1387,  All. 

1392,  1396,  1417.  1419,  1426.  Condescension  of  Christ  —  See  In- 
Duties,  3.  5,  855,  922, 1078.  carnation. 

Effort,  1260—1231.  Of  God.  169.  185.  194.  264. 

Encouragements  —  See  Tribu-  Confession  of  Christ,   1156—1160, 

latioa.  1162—1166,1176.1180. 

Fellowship,  1163-1155.  Of  Sin.  352.  353.  610,  611,  617, 

Graces  —  See     Faith,    Hope,  624.  626,  G57.  656. 

Love.  Confidence  —  See  Faith. 

Love,  746—796.  Conflict  with  Sin,  945—979. 
Peace,  850,  877.  963,  965,  1033.    |  Conformitv  to  Christ,  421,422.425. 
Race,  31,  841,  843.  426/442.  718,  918,   919.   923, 

Warfare,  847,   863,   960,  1001,  '  936.  1175. 

1003,  1052,  1101.    1212,  1240,  Conqueror,  Christ  a.  479.  430.  436, 

1260.  |  483, 493,  404..  497—499,  504- 

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INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


Conqueror,  Christ  a :  — 

509,  526,  529,  533,  740,  1215, 

1216. 
Conscience,  386,  444,  850,  933,  943, 

963. 
Consecration  of  Property,  462.  678, 

1264,  1285,  1272,  1277—1279. 
Of  Self.  637,  653.  655,  668,  669, 

681,  685,  6(J2,  699,  725,  728, 

737—739,  762.  828,  920,   925, 

942.   1013,    1156,    1159,    1160, 

1161,  1163. 
Of  Sanctuary,  1283-1285,  1287 

—129). 
Consolation,   983,  986,   1032  — See 

Afflictions. 
Constancy,  848.  989,  1003, 1240. 
Contentment,  676,   886,   898  — See 

Resignation. 
Contributions,    1264,    1265,     1272, 

1277—1280. 
Contrition.  382,  611,  617,  624,  630, 

632,  652,  851. 
Conversion,  644—692,  1167,  1203. 
Conversation.  7. 

Conviction,  382,  386  — See  Repent- 
ance. 
Corner    Stone,    1095,    1097,    1112, 

1282. 
Coronation  of  Christ,  308,  390,  505 

— 509.  513,  516. 
Country,    our.    1293— 1300,   1302— 

1304.  1307. 
Courage,     847,    1047,     1052,    1212, 

i2i>. 
Covenant,    entering    into,     1156 — 

1167. 
Of  Grace,   220,  221,   223,  735, 

831,    957,    1038,    1142,    1144, 

1147,  1149. 
Creation,  First,  164,  174,  191,  192, 

107,  200,   2i7,    228,  243,  244, 

260,  262,  263,  803,  1112. 
New  —  See  Regeneration. 
Creature  Love,  956. 
Cross  —  See  Christ. 

Bearing,   648,   838,   940,    1002, 

1022,  1052. 
Glorying  in  the,  466,  529,  716, 

7i9,  1056. 
Tower  of  the,   503,   529,   538, 

570,590,645. 
Crowns  of  Glory,  833,  841.  843,  845, 

847,  857.  859,  1440. 
Crucifixion  of  Christ.  282,  433,433, 

437—439,  442-449,  451—464, 

484.  487,  590. 
To  the  Avorld,  462,  671  — See 

Renunciation. 
Daily  Duties,  3,  5,  855,  922,  1078. 

Worship,  1—33. 
Darkness,  Spiritual,  945—979. 

9 


Day  of  Grace,  550,  581,  1353. 
Day  Spring,  370,  897. 
Death,  Natural,  1335—1388. 

Of   Friends,    983,  1365,   1379, 

1388,  1302. 
Of  Pastors,  1135—1137. 
Of    Saints,     1347—1349,   1358, 

1357,  1359—1361,  1374,  1330— 

1387,    1392,  1396,    1417,  14.9, 

1426.  1436. 
Second,  607. 
Deceitfulness  of  the   Heart,   377, 

627,  966.  970, 1083. 
Of  the  World,   667,  687,  956, 

1336, 1367. 
Declensions,   .945,    948,    953,    977, 

1186—1190,  1197,  1198. 
Decrees,  181.201,202,  1043.  1033. 
Dedication  of  Church,  1233— 12S5, 

1287—1290. 
Of  Self— See  Consecration. 
Delay,  Danger   of,  543,    575,  585, 

598,  604,  605. 
Depravity,  Native,    379,  380,  3S1, 

386,389,  1183. 
Universal,   376—390,  446,  465, 

511,  1188,  1190. 
Despair,  1308. 
Devil,  847,  971,  1065. 
Devotions,  Daily,  1—33. 

Family,    13,    112,    941,    1171, 

1178,  1181. 
Sabbath,  34—132. 
Dismissions,   81,   84,   83,   95,    113, 

116,  123.  132. 
Distress,  Spiritual,  945-979. 
Doxologies,   81,  95,  113,  116,   124, 

123,    129,    141,  142,  255,   274, 

286,  287,  301,  311,  1006  ;  and 

pages  527 — 529. 
Drought,  Natural,  1307. 

Spiritual,  1187, 1188, 1 197, 1198. 
Duties,  Daily,  3,  5,  855,  922,  1078. 
Early     Piety  —  See     Children, 

Youth. 
Earnest  of  the  Spirit,  107,   954, 

1073,  1423. 
Earnestness  —  See  Zeal. 
Earthly  Pleasures  —  See    Renun- 
ciation. 
Ebenezer,  29—710. 
Effort,  Christian,  1260—1281. 
Election,  181,  201,  202,  1043,  1063. 
Erection  of  churches,  12S2— 1290. 
Espousals    to  Christ,   1156,   1157, 

1159,  1160,  1162. 
Eternity,  607,  643  — See  Goo1. 
Evening,  4,  8—12,  16—19,   21,  23, 

24,26—31,  33. 
Of  Lord's  Day,  36,  42,  45,  53 

—57,  112.    . 
Eventide  of  Life,  909. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Evidences    of  Grace  — See   Self- 
Examination. 

Exaltation  of  Christ,  278,  232,  299, 

306,  470—472,   4S2,  483,  523, 

536. 
Example  of  Christ,  421.  422,  425, 

426,  442,  718. 
Of  Christians.  841,  844,  845. 
Expostulation,   549,  551,  556.  557, 

561,  569,  571,  574,  575,573- 

582,  584,  585,   588,   592,  594, 

599,  602—605. 
Faint-h»-artedness,  989,  1003,  1199. 
Faith,  Aspiration  of,  797—831. 
Justification  by,  390,  657,  671, 

676,  693,  697. 
Power  of,   811,  814,  825,  827, 

854,  1004,  1087,  14-23. 
Prayer  for,  823,  830. 
Faithfulness,  of  Christ,  682,  833, 

840,  985. 
Of  God,  186,  220,  224,  364,  998. 
Fall  of  Man  —  See  Depravity. 
Family  Worship,  13, 112, 941, 1171, 

1178,  1184. 
Fast  Days,  1303—1312. 
Father,  the  Eternal,  162—266. 
Feast,  Gospel,  560,  561,  564,   566, 

572,  600,  720. 
Sacramental,  693—745. 
Fellowship,  Aspiration  for  Divine, 

864-912. 
Church,  1163— 1185. 
Festivals  and  Fasts,  1291—1312. 
Fidelity,  922,  923,  1159. 
Forbearance,  Christian,  425,  429, 

940,  1182. 
Divine,  237.  620,  633,  959. 
Forgiveness    of    sin  —  See    Par- 
don. 
Foreign  Missions,  1110,  1118,  1124, 

1132,  1140,  1207—1259. 
Formality,    110,    321,    1070,    1071, 

1075,  1087. 
Foundation  of  Hope,  541,  820,  851, 

990. 
Fountain  of  Blood,  385,  437,  450, 

465. 
Of  Livimr  Water,  564,  565,  553, 

586,  096,  1116,  1253. 
Frailty  of  Man,  1015,  1335,   1336, 

1333,  1344,   1354,  1355,  1367, 

1370,  1394. 
Friend  of  Sinners,  230,  292,  455, 

459,  469.  660.  780.  807,  914. 
Friends.  Burial  of,  984,  1363,  1392. 
Glorified. 983, 1172,  1363,  1379, 

1388,1457. 
Fruits    of   Grace,   855,   918,   1086, 

1083. 
Fullness  of  Gra^e,  564,  565,  571— 

574,  577,  590,  6J0,  G06. 

92 


Funeral,  984.  1368,  1392. 

Future  Retribution,  531,  607,  1016, 

1346,  1398. 
Gentleness.  429,  940. 
Gethsemanc.    435,    440—442,  456, 

463,  743,  744. 
Gloria  in  Excelsis,  pntje  541. 
Glorification,  13S9— 1464. 
Glorified   Saints,   844,  857,  1412— 

1415,   1417—1419,  1432,  1434, 

1437. 
Saviour,  834,  839,  842,  853,  873, 

883,  1430,  1431. 
Glorying  in  the  cross,  466,  523,  716, 

719,  1056. 
God:  — 

All  in  all,  755.  774.  783. 
Almighty,  139,   167,   173,   175, 

203,  205—207,  223. 
Attributes  of,  177, 179, 193,  211. 
Being  of,  172,  174.349. 
Communion  with.  774,  783,  863, 

871,  879,  836,  891,  1086. 
Compassion  of,  187,  224,  234, 

237,  583,  1014, 1015. 
Condescension    of,    163,    185, 

194,  264. 
Creator,  164,174,191,  102,197, 

200,   217,  228,  243,  244,   260, 

262,  263,  803,  1112. 
Decrees  of,  181,  201.  202,  534, 

1043.  1063. 
Eternal,  170,  178,  195,  204,  212, 

1338,  1355. 
Faithfulness  of,  186,  220,  224, 

364,  998. 
Father,  162—266. 
Forbearance  of,  237,  623,  633, 

959. 
Glory  of,  134, 135, 141,  143, 147, 

150—153,    156,  157,  160,  185, 

197,  200,    226,  233,  240,  242, 

243,   246.    248,  251,  256,  231. 
Goodness  of,  177,  18  >.  181, 133, 

213,  218,  225,  227,  1046. 
Grace  of,   156,   189,   187,   234, 

250,  252,  253,  257,  234. 
Guardian,   804,  806,   818,  821, 

823,  901,  923. 
Guide,  805,  809,  812,  818,  821, 

823,  901,  913. 
Holiness  of,  99,  196. 
Incomprehensible,    177,   1043, 

104*5,  1063. 
Infinite,  170,  175,  194,  195,  199, 

204,  205. 
Judge.  1400,  1402. 
Justice  of,  193,  203,  1016. 
King — See  Sovereian. 

Love  of.  4,  15,  153,  155,  161, 
185,  187,  190,  233,  232,  235, 
236,  254,  713,  893. 


tNDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


God:  — 

Majesty  of,  175,  184,  185, 192, 

193,   195,  205,  206,   208,  209, 

275. 
Mercy  of,   237,  527,   545,   583, 

662,  738. 
Omnipotent,  139,  167,  173,  175, 

203,  205—207,  223. 
Omnipresent,    188,   241,   1072, 

1079,  1080. 
Omniscient,     176,    216,    1072, 

1079,  1080,  1081. 
Patienoe  of,  237.  620,  633,  959. 
Pity  of,  187,  224,  234,  237,  583, 

1014,  1015. 
Presence  of,   33,   34,   92,   114, 

119,  120,  122,  123. 
Providence   of,   201,   215,  225, 

228,  262,  804,  1020,  1033. 
Purposes  of,  181,  201,  202,  534, 

1043,  1063. 
Refuge,  804,  806,  818,  821,  823, 

901,  928,  980,  989,  1017,  1034, 

1061,  1065. 
Shepherd,    803,  805,  809,   812, 

821,  S23,  983. 
Sovereign, 76, 165, 167, 168, 171, 

173,  178,  179,  193,  198,  201. 
Supreme,   158,   165,   201,    204, 

205,  800. 
Triune,  1,  38,  40,  133—161,  332, 

333   347 
Truth   of,"  186,   187,  216,   220, 

221,  263,  264. 
Unchangeable,  170,  212. 
Wisdom  of,  175,  176,  200,  254, 

1063. 
Works  of,   164,  172,  174—176, 

178,    179,  184,  192,  193,   200, 

205,   212,  216,  223,  226,   228, 

231,   238,  242,  243,  245,    246, 

262,  263. 
Good  Works,  359,  671,  855,  1078, 

10S3. 
Gospel.  Excellency  of,  346,  349, 350, 

330,  364.  363,  371,373—375. 
Feast,   560,  561,  564,  566,  572, 

600,  720. 
Freeness  of— See  Grace. 
Fullness  of,  564,  565,  571—574, 

577,  590,  600,  606. 
Invitations  of.  515 — 606. 
Message,  332,  556. 
Power  of,  375,  531,  851,  1216. 
Reception  of,  C44-692. 
Rejection  of,  207,  550.  551,  557, 

569,    575,  578,  579,   581,  582, 

585,  588,  594,  598,  605. 
Spread  of  —  See  Missions. 
Triumph  of,   331,   517,  1094— 

1120  —  See  Missions. 
Trumpet,  546,  564,591,  1223. 


Grace,     Aspiration    for     Divine, 
913—944. 
Converting,  312,  314,  317,  325, 

327,  334,  338. 
Free,  383,  387,  600,  662.  6S6. 
Justifying,  390,  657,  671,  686, 

693.'697. 
Quickening,  312,  315,  320,  321, 

324   339 
Renewing,   312,  329,  331,  338, 

342. 
Restoring,   312,  321,   323,  328, 

337   340 
Reviving,    312,    315,   318,   321, 
322,  324,  333,  334,  335  — See 
Revival. 
Sanctifying,  313,  314.  320,  323, 

327,  331,  334,  313—342. 
Sovereign,   385,  387,  511,  622, 
686,  950. 
Graces,    Christian  —  See    Faiih, 

Hope.  Lore. 
Gratitude,  177,  225,  237,  250. 
Grave,  983,  1341.  1353,  136o,  1379. 
Grieving  the  Spirit,  551,  582.  615. 
Growth   in   Grace,   422,   855,  907, 

913—944. 
Guest,  Divine,  573,  625. 
Guidance,    Divine,    S03,   805,   809, 

812,  821,  823,  988. 
Guilt  — See  .Sin. 

Hallelujahs,  142,  154,  162,  249,  256, 
257,  260,   261,   263,  266,  271, 
286,  1120. 
Hardeners  of  Heart,  616,  638. 
Harvest.  Spiritual  —  See  Revival. 
Temporal,     1291,    1292,    1301, 
1302, 1327,  1328. 
Hearing  the  Word,  86,  115,  326, 

330. 
Heart,  clean,  936. 

Contrite,  936,  955,  1083. 
Deceitful,   377,   627,   966,   970, 

1083. 
Hard,  616,  633. 
New  — Sec  Regeneration. 
Searched,    317,   616,   927,  936, 

907.  1070—KiDl. 
Surrendered,  641,  647,  648,  650, 
655,  656,  661,   664—667,   670, 
673,  930. 
Vile,  620,625,  623,  627,  970. 
Heathen,  Missions  to,  1207—1259. 
Heaven,  1412— 14G4. 

Anticipated,  3S5,  511,  622,  686, 

846,  905,  950  —  See  Heaven. 

Blessedness  of,   S32,  833,  842, 

1419-1421,  1425,  1427,  1433. 

Endless,  13SS. 

Home,  836-838,  1369,  1375, 
1416,  1418,  1420-1422,  1462, 
li63. 


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INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS. 


Heaven :  — 

Purity  of,  1429. 

Rest.  834,  835,  840,  991,  1420— 

1422,  1430. 
Society    of,    844,    857,   1412  — 
1415,  1417—1419,  1432,  1434, 
1447,  1448,  1464. 
Songs  of,  857,  1414,  1431,  1447, 

1450,  1458,  1464. 
Worship  of,  888,  1435. 
Heavens,  Starry,  174,  175, 176,  184, 

200,  226. 
Heirship  of  Saints,  835,  836. 
Hell,  607,  1016,  1346,  1398. 
Heralds    of    the     Gospel,     1139, 

1250. 
niding  Platt»>  622,  904. 
High    Priest,  1064— See  Priest- 
hood. 
Holiness  of  God.  99,  198. 
Of  Heaven,  1429. 
Of  Saints.  855.  925—927.  936. 
Holy  Scriptures.  113. 115, 126. 346— 
375,  937,  942,  943,  1061,  1076, 
1082.  1091. 
Holy  Spirit,  312—345. 

Absence  of,  321  —  See  Declen- 
sions. 
Comforter,  313,  315,  316,  330, 

333,  337,  340,  343. 
Descent  of,  316.  318.  322,  324, 
328,  331,  335,  338,   969,  1169, 
1188,  1205,  1206,  1222,  1249. 
Earnest    of,     107,    954,    1073, 

1423. 
Enlightening,    312—314,     317, 
319,  324,  325,  327,  328,  333, 
336,  343,  345. 
Grieved,  551,  582,  615. 
Influences  of,  312—345. 
Inspirer,  316.  320,  326.  331,  333, 

335,  340,  347,   353,   357,   369, 
372. 

Invoked,  312—345. 
Refining,  312,  313,  339,  713. 
Regenerating.  312, 315, 320,  389. 
Sanctifying,  313,  314,  320,  323, 

327,  331,  3:34,  340—342,   344, 

345. 
Striving,  547,  582,  615. 
Witness  of,  107,  109,  316,  317, 

319,  320,  32:3—325,  327,   328, 

336,  342,  344,  919,  954,  1073, 
1084. 

Home  Missions,  1212, 1214,  1218. 
Hope,  Aspiration  of,  832—863. 
In  Affliction,   986,  1027,  1032, 

1038, 1051,  1462. 
In  Darkness  — See   Spiritual 

Trouble. 
In  Death,   1347—1349,    1356— 
1359,  1360.  1361.  1374,  1330— 


Hope :  — 

1387,  1392,   1396,  1417,  1419, 

1426. 
Of  Heaven  —  See  TJeaven  An- 
ticipated. 
Hosannas,  49,  130,  148,  153,    234, 

295,  310,  493,  494,  531,   583, 

1095,  1097,  1144,  1314. 
House  of  God  —  See  Sanctuary . 
Household  —  See  Family. 
Humanity  of  Christ,  412,  418 — 431, 

999, 1064,  1068. 
Humiliation  of  Christ,  395,  399, 400, 

403,  454,  480,  483,  4S4,  527, 

531. 
Days  of,  1308—1312. 
Humilitv,  898.  918,  1174. 
Hypocrisy,  1070,  1071,  1075,  1087. 
Image  of  God,  918,  923. 
Immanuel,  279,  283,  302,  402. 
Immortalitv,  1345,  1363,  1374,  1375, 

1380, '1389,  1390,  1390. 
Importunity.  89,  917,  1023,  1054 
Imputation,  434,  439,  444,458.  1167. 
Incarnation  of  Christ,  391 — 117. 
Inconstancy,  627."  638,  951,  956,  970. 
Indwelling  Sin,  376,  377,  386,  616, 

627,  970,  1083. 
Infant  Baptism,  1142—1155. 
Infinity  of  God,  170,  175,  194,  195, 

199.  204,  205. 
Ingratitude,  378,  620.  026,  627. 
Inspiration  —  See    Holy     Scrip- 
tures. 
Installation.  1121.  1123.  1128,  1129, 

1132,1139,  1140. 
Institutions  of  the   Church,  693— 

745,1142—1155. 
Intercession  of   Christ,  309.  470, 

476,  477,   502,   520,   522,  541, 

971. 
Invitations  of  the   Gospel,   545 — 

606. 
Invocation,  1—132. 
Israel,  818,  1141,  1180,  1233. 
Jehovah  —  See  God. 
Jerusalem,  New,  682.  1438,  1439, 

1440,  1442.  1452,  1454. 
Jews,  1141,  1233. 
Joy  of  the  Believer,  273,  501,  596, 

676.  767.  792,  807,  1455. 
Jubilee,  591,  1120,  1210,  1246. 
Judgment,  the  Day  of,  640,  643, 

1397—1411. 
Justice  of  God.  193,  203.  1016. 
Justification,  390, 657,  671,  686, 693, 

697.      ' 
Kingdom   of  Christ  — See  Royal 

Priesthood. 
Prayer    for,  411,    1100,    1103, 

1118,  1229,  1259. 
Progress  of,  1100.    1103,   1109, 


INDEX  OF   SUBJECTS. 


Kingdom  of  Christ :  — 

1110,  1113—1115,  1119,   1120, 
1224,  1226—1235,  1256. 
Labor,  Spiritual,  1260—1281. 
Lamb  of  God  —  See  Christ. 
Latter  Day,  1209,  1210,  1219,  1224, 
1228,  1230—1234,  1236,   1239, 
1244,  1251. 
Law  of  God,  346,   352,   361,   365, 
371. 
And  Gospel,  6,  390,  386,  444, 
702. 
Liberality  —  See  Charity. 
Life:- 

Brief,   1335,   1340,   1358,   1382, 

1394,  1416. 
Frail,   1015,   1335,   1336,    1339, 
1344,  1354,  1355,  1367,   1370, 
1394. 
Light  of  the  World—  See  Christ. 
Likeness    to    Christ  — See     Con- 
formity. 
Litany,  631,  999. 

Longing  for  Christ,  856,  876,  885, 
889,  892,  894,  899,  903,  904, 
908,  915,  929,  975,  987,  992, 
993. 
For  God,   853,   860,   864,  867, 
839,  870,  874,   890,   907,  909, 
911,  946,  949,   951,  958,  961, 
1053. 
For  Heaven,    832—834,    837— 
839,   842,  849,   856,  857,  862, 
873.   875,  895,   896,  903,  905, 
1027,  1337,  1376—1378,  1382, 
1383. 
Long-Suffering  —  See     Forbear- 
ance. 
Looking  to  Jesus,  912,  1004,  1010. 
Lord's  Day,  34—64,  1095, 1097. 
Evening,   36,    42,    48,    55—57, 

112. 
Morning,  34,  35.37—41,  43—47, 
49—54,  58—64,  469,  494. 
Lord's  Prayer,  924. 
Lord's  Supper,  693—745. 
Lord,  our  Righteousness,  3S0,  539, 

688,  816. 
Loss  of  all  Things  —  See  Renun- 
ciation. 
Of  the  Soul,  607, 1345,  1398  — 
See  Alarm. 
Lost  State  of  Man  —  See  Deprav- 
ity. 
Love  of  Christ  —  See  Christ. 
Of  God  —  See  God. 
Of  Holy  Spirit,  333,  337,  1073. 
To  Christ,  746—796. 
To  God,  755,  758,  760, 783, 1085. 
To  Saints,  7,  1168—1174. 
To  the  Church,  1092,  1176. 
Loving-Kindness,  767. 


Lukewarmness,    110,    321,    1070, 

1071,  1075,  1087. 
Majesty  of  Christ,  267—311. 

Of  God  —  See  God. 
Man,  Fall  of—  See  Depravity. 
Mariners,  1222. 
Marriage,  1184,  1306. 
Martyrs,    845,     1412—1414,    1432, 

1464. 
Mediation  — See  Christ. 
Meditation,  17,   19,    125,  331,   887, 

937. 
Meekness,  429,  918,  940. 
Melchisedec,  753. 
Mercy  of  God  —  See  God. 
Mercy-seat,  G17,  933,  1035,  1055. 
Merits,  Human,  671^686. 
Message  of  the  Gospel,  550. 
Messiah,  1118. 

Millennium  —  See  Latter  Day. 
Ministry,  1121—1141. 

Commission     of,    1121,    1123, 

1124,  1130,  1133. 
Convocation    of,    1125,     1131, 

1139,  1141. 
Ordination  of,  1109,  1121,  1123, 

1128,  1129, 1132,  1140. 
Prayer  for,   1122,   1125,   1132, 

1134,  1138. 
Ministry  of  Christ,  418—431. 
Miracle  of  Grace,  649. 
Miracles  of  Christ,  419,  424. 
Mission  of  Christ,   391,   392,  545, 

559. 
Missionaries,  1132, 1140, 1220, 1237, 

1238,  1245,  1250,  1254. 
Missions,  1207—1259. 
Morning  and  Evening,  1—33. 

Lord's  Day,  34,  35,  37—41,  43 

—47,  49—54,  58—04,  469,  494. 
Mortality  —  See  Death,  Life. 
Mountains,  the  Sacred,  702. 
Mystery  of  Providence,  1043,  1045, 

1046,  1050,  1063,  1066. 
Narrow  Way,  1075. 
National,  1293,    1300,     1302-1304, 

1307. 
Nativity  of  Christ,  331—417. 
Nature   and  Revelation,  174,  184, 

349,  350,  352,  368,  370. 
Beauties  of,  174,  175,  194,  200, 

370. 
Nearness  to  God,  11, 188,  911,  912, 

945. 
Need  of  Salvation,  376—390. 
New  Birth  —  See  JRer/eneration. 
New  Song,  291,  510,  540. 
New  Year,  1318,  1321—1325, 1333. 
Now,  548—551,  578,  579,  581,  584,' 

585,  592,  598,  604,  005. 
Obedience,  76,  207,  579,   671,  803, 

942,  1086. 


928 


INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


Ocean,  1222. 

Offers  of  Grace,  644—692. 

Offices  of  Christ,   427,    537,   746, 

Old  Age,  839, 909,  990,  1334. 
Year,  1332.  1334. 

Omnipotence  —  See  God. 

Omnipresence  —  See  God. 

Omniscience  —  See  God. 

Oneness  with  Christ,  705,  768,  787, 
865.  830,  891.  892,  1088. 

Opening  of  Worship  — See  Invo- 
cation. 

Ordinances  —  See  Institutions. 

Ordinations  —  See  Ministry. 

Original  Sin,  378—381,  386,  3S9, 
1188. 

Panoply, 1260. 

Pardon,  Found,  644—692. 
Offered,  545—606. 
Sought,  607—643. 

Parents  —  See  Baptism. 

Parting,  81,  84.  83,  93—95,  113, 
116,123,  132,  712,  718,  1177. 

Passover,  434,  700. 

Pastor,  l>eath  of  a,  1135—1137. 
Installation  of  a,   1121,    1123, 

1123,  1129.1132,  113y,  1140. 
Sought,  1126. 
Welcomed,  1127. 

Patience  —  See  Forbearance. 

Peace  for  the  Troubled,  589,   601, 
602,  629,  994.  995. 
Of  the  Christian,  850,  877,  963, 
965,  1088. 

Peace-Makers,  1171,  1175,  1271. 

Pearl  of  Great  Price,  690,  756,  7G6. 

Penitence  —  See  Repentance. 

Pentecost,  109,  322,  335,  338,  1222. 

Peril  Expected,  979. 

Perseverance,  300,  502,  840,  854, 
865,  1038. 

Pestilence,  26,  930,  1065. 

Pilgrim  Fathers,  1295,  1297,  1298. 

Pilgrimage  of  Man,  659,  842,  843, 
845,  846,  859,  872.  900,  906, 
907,  910,  913,  916,  941,  983, 
1369.  1373. 

Pity  of  God  —  See  God. 

To  the  Poor,  1259,  1270,  1271, 
1275. 

Pleading  for  Mercy,  607—643. 

Pleasures,  Worldly  —  See  Renun- 
ciation. 

Poor.  1269,  1270.  1271.  1275. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  162—266. 
To  the  Son,  267—311. 
To  the  Spirit,  312—345. 
To  the  Trinitv.  133—161. 

Pravcr.  127.  033,  S32— 884,  916,917. 
923,  931—933.  934,  935,  968. 
1023,  1054,  1060, 1062. 


Prayer.  Lord's,  924. 

Preaching    of    the    Gospel  —  See 

Ministry. 
Preciousness     of     Christ  —  See 

Christ. 
Predestination  —  See  Decrees. 
Priesthood,   Royal,  of  Christ,  501 

—544. 
Prince  of  Peace  —  See  Christ. 
Probation,  close  of,  1335 — 1388. 
Procrastination  —  See  Delay. 
Prodigal  Son,  675,  684. 
Profession,  1155—1160,  1162—1165, 

1176,  1180. 
Progress  of  Christ's  Kingdom  — 

See  Kingdom. 
Promised   Land.   842,   1425,    1427, 

1423,  1430,  1441,  1443,    1401, 

1453,  1459,  1450,  1463. 
Promises  of  God,  364,  373,  851.  990. 
Prophet  of  God.  427.  537.  746.  756. 
Prosperity  of  the  Sinner,  1010. 
Providence  —  See  God. 
Punishment,  Future,  581,  607, 1016, 

1346,  1398. 
Purity,  921,   936,   938,    944,    1073, 

1088,  1089. 
Purposes  of  God  —  See  Decrees. 
Race,  Christian.  31.  841,  843. 
Ransom.  340,  452,  521,  720. 
Reconciliation,  545 — 692. 
Recovery  from  Illness,  1012. 
Redeeming  Love,  596  —  See  Love 

of  Christ. 
Redemption  —  See  Atoning  Sacri- 
fice. 
Refuge  —  See  Christ,  God. 
Regeneration,   Xeed  of,  377,  330, 

389.  644. 
Sought,  317,  318,  339,  341,  330, 

936. 
Wrought,  317.   334,   375,    387, 

1034. 
Rejoicing  in  God  —  See  Joy. 
Remembrance     of     Christ  —  See 

Commemoration. 
Renunciation  of  the   World,   643, 

655,  661,  667,  663,   671,   672, 
687,  690,  691.  908. 

Repentance.  332,  333,  575,  537.  599, 
608—611,  623,  634,  652,  705, 
955.  978. 

Resignation.  110,  800,  940,  1006, 
1007,  1009,  1011,  1018,  1025, 
1026,  1028—1033,  1036,  1044, 
1049,  1053,  1063,  1304. 

Resolves,  647,   648,   650,    653,  655, 

656.  661,  665,  067,  689— 673, 
673,  631,  685,  687.  690,  691. 

Rest  for  the  We.-irv,  553.  555,  576, 
577,  589,  002,  607,  013,  618, 
622,  994,  1463. 


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929 


IXDEX   OF    SUBJECTS. 


Rest  in  Heaven,  834,  S35,  840.  991, 
1420—1422. 143u  —  See  Heav- 
en. 
Resurrection  of  Christ,  469—500. 
Resurrection,  the  Day  of,  13S9 — 

1396. 
Retirement  —  See  Meditation. 
Return  to  God.  633.  640—642,  947, 

973.  974.  976.  978. 
Revelation,  346—375. 
Revival,  1191—1206. 
Riches.  690.  813. 

Righteousness  of  Christ,  380,  539, 
671,  6S8.  816. 
Robe  of.  6SS,  816. 
Robe  of  Righteousness,  688,  816. 
Rock  of  Ages.  697,  1116. 
Room  for  All,  560,  592. 
Royal  Priesthood  of  Christ,  501— 

544. 
Sabbath  —  See  Lord's  Day. 
Sabbath  School  —  See   Children, 

Youth. 
Sacraments,  693—745,  1142—1155. 
Sacrifice,  Vicarious —  See  Atoning 

Sarritice. 
Safety   of   Relievers,    1019,    1042, 
1047,   1048,  1098,  1104,  1105, 
1107. 
Saint  and  Sinner,  1076, 1082,  1091. 
Saints :  — 

Communion  of,  705,  895,  1106, 

1168—1185. 
Death  of—  See  Death. 
Security  of.   1019,  1042.  1047, 

1048,1098,1104,1105,  1107. 
Union      -with       Christ  —  See 
Union. 
Salvation,  376—544. 
Sanctification —  See  Growth,  LTohj 

Spirit. 
Sanctuary,  65 — 132. 
Built",  12S2— 1290. 
Corner  Stone  laid,  1282—1286. 
Dedication  of,  12S3— 1285, 1287 

—1290. 
Loved,  34.  35.  37,  41,  46,  50, 
58.    59,    65—132,    946,   1070, 
1183. 
Satan,  S47.  971,  1065. 
Scriptures  —  See  Holy  Scriptures. 
Seamen,  1222. 

Searching  the  neart,  1070—1091. 
Seasons, 1319, 1320,  1326.  1329. 
Autumn.  1291, 1292, 1301, 1302, 

1327,  1328. 
Spring.  1320.  1326.  1327,  1330. 
Summer,  1326,  1328. 
"Winter,  1326.  1331. 
Second  Birth  —  See  Regeneration. 

Death.  607. 
Security  of  Saints  —  See  Saints. 


Seed-time  and  Harvest  —  See  Seas- 
sons. 

Self-Deception.  377,  627,  966,  970, 
10S3. 
Dedication  —  See     Consecra- 
tion. 
Denial.  671.  672".  678, 1052, 1075. 
Examination,  107<>— 1091. 
Renunciation — See  Consecra- 
tion. 
Righteousness,  462.  071,  1167. 

Shepherd  — See  Christ.  God. 

Showers  of  Grace,  636. 

Sickness, 237, 1012, 1032. 

Sin,  Indwelling,  376,  377,  3S6,  616, 
627.  970,  10S3. 
Original.  379,  3S0, 381,  3S6.  3S9, 
1188. 

Sincerity,  110. 1084. 

Sleep.  4",  8—12,  18,  25,  27,  28,  31. 

Sloth,  953. 

Soldier  — See  Warfare. 

Son  of  God,  267—311. 

Song,  New,  291,  510.  540. 

Sorrow  for  Sin  — See  Repentance. 
For  Trouble  —  See  Afflict  ions. 

Sovereignty  of  God  —  See  God. 

Sowing^  and  Reaping,  1262,  1281, 
1327.  1422. 

Special  Occasions,  12S2— 1334. 

Spirit  of  God  — See  Holu  Spirit. 

Spiritual  Trouble,  945-979. 

Spring,  1320,  1326,  1327,  1330. 

Star  of  the  East.  363,  405,  410,  415, 
416,  797,  1211. 

Starry  Heavens,  174—176, 184.  200, 
"226. 

Steadfastness,  S47,  9S9,  1003,  1240. 

Storms,  222. 

Strength  as  our  Days,  1000,  1040, 
1056. 

Striving  with  the  Spirit,  547. 

Submission  —  See  Resignation. 

Sufferings  of  Christ  — See  Christ. 

Summer.  1326,  1328. 

Sun  of  Righteousness  —  See 
Christ. 

Sunday  Schools  —  See  Children, 
Youth. 

Supper,  Lord's.  693—745. 

Supremacy  of  God,  158,  165,  201, 
204.  *205,  800. 

Surety,  470, 854. 

Surrender,  641,  647,  648.  650,  655, 
656,  661,  604—607,  670,  673, 
930. 

Sympathy  — See  Cliritt,  Pity. 

Table.  Lord's.  693—745. 

Teacher,  the  Great,  420,  425. 

Te  Deum,  133.  210,  259,  544,  p.  542. 

Temperance,  855.  1075,  1305. 
I  Temptation,  851,  852,  964,  1050. 


930 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Tempter,  847,  971, 1065. 
Thauksgiving,  Days  of,  1291— 1296. 

Throne  of  Grace,  3S3,  923,  1026. 

Time  —  See  Death,  Life,  Year. 

To-day,  54S— 551.  578,  579,  531, 
534,  585,  592,  598,  604,  605, 
650,  803. 

To-morrow,  1372. 

Travel,  222. 

Tribulation,  946—1069. 

Trinitv,  133—161. 

Trust  in  Christ,  799,  807,  810,  815, 

820,  828.  978, 1057. 

In  God,  804.  806,  809,  812,  813, 

82S,  82:),   831,    861,  898,  972, 

996, 997, 1008, 1011,  1021, 1025. 

Truth  of  God  —  See  God. 

Trumpet.    Gospel,  546,  564,   591, 
1223. 
Judgment,  1397,  1401,  1403— 
1407. 

Unbelief — See  Alarm. 

Unchanseablenesa  of  God,  170, 
212. 

Unfruitfulness,  950. 

Union  of  Saints  with  Christ,  11, 
701,  796,  865,  8S0,  831,  930. 
With  each  other,  1163—1185. 

Unsearchableness  of  God,  177, 
1043,  1045,  1063. 

Vanity  of  Life  —  See  Life. 

Of  the  World  — See  Renun- 
ciation. 

Victory  of  Believers  —  See  War- 
fare. 
Of  Christ  —  See  Christ,  a  Con- 
queror. 

Virion  of  Dry  Bones,  1188. 

Vows  to  God,  1156,  1157,  1159, 
1160,1162—1166,  1176. 

Waiting  on  God,  1000,  1039. 

Walking  with  God,  945. 

Wanderings  —  See  Backsliding. 


Warfare,  Christian,  847,  863,  960, 
1001,  1003,  1052,  1161,  1212, 
1240,  1260. 

Warnings,  550,  551,  557,  579,  581, 
532,  5S3,  1397. 

Watchfulness,  922,  960,  1050,  1054, 
1141. 

Watchmen.  1130,  1139.  1211. 

Waters  of  Life  —  See  Fountain. 

Way  of  Salvation  —  See  Salvation. 

Way  to  Zion,  563. 

Way,  Truth,  and  Life,  430,  653, 
673. 

Weary.  Rest  for  the,  553,  555,  576, 
577,   580,  602,  607,  613,  618, 
622,  994,  14ii3. 
Welcome  to  the,  552—555,  576, 
600. 

Wealth,  Use  of— See  Contribu- 
tions. 

Winter,  1326,  1331. 

Wisdom  — See  Christ,  God. 

Witness  —  See  Holy  Spirit. 

Word  of  God  — See  Holy   Scrip- 

Working  and  Giving,  1260—1281. 

World  Renounced  —  Sue  Renunci- 
ation. 

Worship,  Family,    13,    112,    941, 
1171,  1178,  1184. 
Public  —  See    Lord's    Day, 
Sanctuary. 

Tear,  and  its  Seasons.  1313 — 1334. 
Of  Jubilee,    591,    1120,   1210, 
1246. 

Yoke  of  Christ,  555.  576. 

Youth,  365,  562,  1142—1148,  1150— 
1155,  13i3— 1317. 

Zeal,  702,  841,  845,  847,  848,  922, 
982,  1052.  1207,  1269. 

Zion,  414,  417,  843,  807,  1061,  1093, 
1009,  1104—1106,  1111,  1113, 
1114,  1117,  1119,  1186,  1227. 


931 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS  OF  HYMNS. 


Adams,  Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  (1805 

—1849),  911 
Addison,  Joseph  (1672—1719),  174, 

222,  225,  821,  1400 
Alderson,  Mrs.  (1868),  1279 
Alexander,  Mrs.  Cecil  Francis 

(1S58).  532,  726,  833 
Alexander,  Rev.  James  W.,  D.D. 

(1804—1859),  439,  730 
Alexander,  Rev.  William  Lind- 
say, D.D.  (1808—),  316 

Allen,  G N.  (1849),  838 

Allen,  Rev.  James   (1734—1804), 

267,  646 
Allen,  Rev.  Jonathan  (1801),  556 
Allen,  Oswald  (1816—),  338.  650 
Ambrose  (340—397),  13, 133.  521 
Anstice,  Prof.  Joseph(1808— 1836), 

1008 
Auber,  Harriet  (1773—1862),  35, 

50, 354,  363,  478,  492, 10S9, 1118, 1208 
Austin,  John  (       —1069),  860 
Aveling,  Rev.  Thomas  W.  (1815 

— ),  1200 

Bacon,  Rev.  Leonard,  D.D.  (1802 

— ),  19,  1210 
Baker,  Rev.  &  Sir  Henry  Wil- 
liams. Bart.  (1821—),  40, 138, 437, 

701, 1203,  1462 
Bakewell,  Rev.  John  (1721—1819), 

309,  434 
Barbauld,  Mrs.  Anna  L/ETItia 

(1743—1825),  52,  597,  872, 1022, 1184, 

1271,  1291,  1359 
Barlow,  Joel  (1755—1812),  233, 1312 
Bateman,  Henry  (1862),  789,  894 
Batiiurst,  Rev.  William  LTiley 

(1796—),  47, 156,  325, 830, 1203, 1224, 

1360 
Baxter,    Rev.   Richard   (1615— 

1691),  839 
Beddome,  Rev.  Benjamin  (1717— 

1795),  319,  339,  351,  374.  377,  608, 

678,  708,  766,  935,  1030,  1041.  1048, 

1063,  1122,  1164,  1170,  1229,  1283 
Beman,  Rev.  Nathan  S.  S.,  D.D. 

(1786-  1S71),  056,  1226,  1405 

9 


Benedict,  Hon.  Erastus  C.  (1869), 

768 
Bennett,  Henry  (1851),  1457 
Benson,     Rev.    Richard    Meux 

(1861),  301 
Bernard  de  Clairvaux   (1091— 

1153),  729,  730,  731,  732,  733 
Bernard  de  Morlaix  (ab.  1150), 

1451, 1452,  1453,  1454 
Berridge,  Rev.  John  (1716—1793), 

1306 
Bethune,  Rev.  George  W.,  D.D. 

(1805—1862),  1197,  1316,  1374 
Bickersteth,  Rev.  Edward  (1786 

—1850),  1148 
Bickersteth,  Rev.  Edw'd  Henry 

(1825—),  159 
Blacklock,  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D. 

(1721—1791),  175 
Boden,    Rev.  James  (1757—1841), 

268.  502,  1267 
Bonar,  Rev.  Horatius,  D.D.,  (1808 

— ),  141,  144,  311,402,  514,  658,  079, 

712,  801.  910,  939.  1007,  1008,  1167, 

1259,  1274,  1373,  1440 
Bonar,  Mrs.  Horatids  (1S53).  661 
Bortiiwick,  Jane  (1S54),  22,  906, 

1006.  1455 
Bourne,  Rev.  Hugh  (1772— 1852),681 
Bowring,  Sir  John,  LL.D.  (1792—), 

254,  420,  716,  1211 

BOYCE,  [S ],  546 

Brady,  Rev.  Nicholas,  D.D.  (1659 

—1726),  See  Tate. 
Bridges,  Matthew  (1852),  513,  685 
Brown,  Mrs.  Pikebe   H.  (1783— 

1861),  17,  1196 
Brown,  William  (1822),  39 
Browne,  Rev.  Simon  (1680—1732), 

55,  57,  172,  314 
Bruce,  Michael  (1746—1767),  1064, 

1356,  1393 
Bryant.  William  Cullen  (1794—), 

736,  1218,  12S9 
Brydges,   Sir   Samuel  Egertoi* 

(1762-1837),  499,  500 
Bulfinch,  Rev.  Stephen  G.  (1809 

-),  74 
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INDEX    OF   AUTHORS    OF   HYMNS. 


Burder.  Rev.  George  (1752—1832), 

238,  02),  1174 
Bi  rosall,  Richard  (1806).  605 
Buknham,  Rev.  Richard  (1749— 

1810),  023 
Burns,   Rev.   James   Drummond 

'(1823— 1334),  33, 634 
Burton.  JoriN  (1S03— ),  1217 
Buttress,  JonN  (1820),  366 
Byrom,  John  (1691—1763),  869 

CaMPBELL.ROBERT  (—1865),  401,700 
Campbell,    Thomas    (1777— 1S44), 

417 
Cast,  Phceee  (1825—1871),  1401 
Carlyle.    Rev.    Joseph    Dacre 

(1759—1804),  110 
Ca-wall.  Rev.  Edward  (1814—), 

315.  343,  438.  445,  512.  731.  732.  733 
Cawood,  Rev.  John  (1775—1352), 

115,  400 
Cenntck,  Rev.  John  (1717—1755), 

57,  673.  753.  900.  923.  1401,  1404 
Chamber  >.  John  PAVlDf1S57),  280 
Chandler.  Rev.  John  (1S37),  13, 

Ai>.  443,  521.  1183,  1232 
Cleveland.  Benjamin  (1790).  876 
Codncr.  Elizabeth  (I860),  030 
Coffin,    Prof.    Charles   (1076  — 

1740).  131 1 
Collins.  Rev.  TJenrt  (1352).  234 
Collyer.  Rev.  William  Bengo, 

DD.   (1782—1854),   475,  587,  1151, 

1220,  1342,  133*3,  1406 
Conder.   Josiaii    (1739—1355),    69, 

173,  261.  635,  698.  1011,  1209 
Cook.  Rev.  Russell  Bturgis  (1314 

— 1S64).  534 
Cooper  J (1310).  137  (  ?) 

COTTERELL.    REV.    THOMAS  (1779— 

1823),  01.  323.  331,  1243 

Com-per.  William  (1731—1800; .  127, 
357,  453.  790.  856.  871.  833.  932,  945, 
905,  1002,  1003.  1023.  1043.  1080 

Cox,  Frances  Elizabeth  (1841), 
795 

Coxe.  Rt.  Rev.  Arthur  Cleve- 
land. D.D.  (1318—).  423.1107. 1239 

Cragce,  Rev.  George  (1754—1832), 
503 

Crewhson.  Mrs.  Jane  [Fox]  (1309 
—1833).  651 

Crosby.  Fanny  (1840).  882 

Cromwell.  Rev.  William,  D.D. 
(1804—1854),  1203 

Cf  moors,  James  J.  (—1367).  914 

Cunningham,  Rev.  John  W.  (1820), 
160 

Dana.  Mr=.  Mary  S.  B.  [Palmer] 

(1-41;.  1456 
Da  vies.  Rev.  Samuel  (1724—1761), 

312, 1074, 1160 

93 


Davis.  Rev.  Eliel.(1800— 1330).  905 
Davis.  Rev.  Thomas  (1864),  1450 
Deck,  James  George  (1S37),  880, 

004.  1013 
DeFleury,  Maria  (1306).  857 
Denny.  Sir  Edward,  Bart.  (1706 
— ).  423,  703.  715.  8:34.  831.  839.  1010 
Dickson,  Rev.  David  (1583—1663), 

1433 
Dix,  William  Chatterton  (1337 

-).  797 
Do ane,  Rt.  Rev.  George  W.,  D  D. 

(1799—1359).  23,  430 
Dobell,  JOHN  (1757—1340).  548 
Dober.    Mrs.    Anna     [Schindler] 

(1713—1739).  921 
Doddridge.    Rev.   Phild?.   D.D. 
(1702—1751),  14.   46.  107,    17 
184,  203,  273.  313,  302.  393,  431,  524, 
562.  563,  506,  575,  703,  721.  725.  743. 
762,  765,  837,  841.  843.  S53.  863 
941,  907,  102),  1033. 1102.  1111.  1112, 
1121,  1123,  1120,   1133.   1133,    1135, 
1141.  1143.   1157,   1188,    1190,   1210, 
1223,   1230,   1203,  1283,    1320,   1322, 
1323,   1332,  1352,  1371,   1372,   1397, 
1445 

Draper,  B IT.  (1810).  1225 

Drummond.  Rev.  D.  T.  K.  (1350), 

1413 
Dryden.  JonN  (1032—1700).  313 
Duftield,  Rev.  George,  D.D.  (1813 

— ).  699,  1240 
Dunn.    Rev.    Roblnson   P.,    D.D. 

(1823—1887).  975 
Dwight.  Rev.  John  S.  (1341),  1299 
Dwight.  Rev.  Timothy.  D.D.  (1752 
—1817),  67,  550,  581,  1094,  1390 


East,  Rev.  John  (1330).  1423 
Eastburn.  James  Wall  is  (1798— 

1819).  134 
Edmeston.  James  '1791—1307),  26, 

43,157.  915.  1044.  1244.  1245 
Elliott.  Charlotte  (—1871),  613, 

670.  834.  885,  971.  1057. 1053 
Elliot,  Mrs.  Julia  Anne  (—1341), 

33 
Elven,  Rev.  Cornelius  (1797—), 

617 
Enfield.    Rev.    William.    D.D. 

(1741—1797).  425 
Evans,    Rev.   Jonathan    (1749— 

1809),  83,  436 

Faber.  Rev.  Frederick  William 

(1315— 1S63),  195,  233.  401,  070.  754, 

1443 
Fawcett,  Rev.  John.  D  D.  (1733— 

1817).  126,   155.  283.  355,  574,  944, 

935.  1045.  1177 
Fellows,  John  (1773),  1152 

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INDEX   OF   AUTHORS    OF   HYMNS. 


Fitch,   Rev.  Eleazar   T\,   D.D. 

(17'JO— 1871),  116 
Flowerdew,  Mrs.  Alice  (1759— 

1830),  1327 
Francis,  Rev.  Benjamin  (1734— 

1799),  778,  1230,  1234 
Fulbert  (—1023),  491 


Gerh  ardt.  Rev.  Paul  (1G08— 167C), 

80,  439,  775 
Gibbons,  Ret.  Thomas,  D.D.  (1720 

—1785),   572,   807,  90G,   1021,  1235, 

1236, 1277, 1444 
Gill,  Thomas  II.  (1860),  36 
Goode,  Rev.  William  (1762—1816), 

233,  308,  1232,  1402 
Gough,    Benjamin    (1805—),  1216, 

1417 
Grant,  Sir  Robert  (1785—1833), 

262,  370,  631,  1037 
Gray,  Mrs.  Jane  L.  (1843),  1363 
Grigg,  Rev.  Joseph  (—1763),  578, 

764 
Gregory,  I.  (544—604),  282 
Gurney,  Rev.  Archer  Thompson 

(1820—),  412 
Gurney,  John    Hampden  (1802— 

18G2),  940 
Guyon,  Mme.  Jeanne  B.  de  la  M. 

(1648—1717),  781,  886,  1009 


TTall,    Rev.   Christopher  New- 
man, D.D.  (1816—),  142 
ITammond,  Rev.  William  (—1783), 

89.  436,  510,  544 
riARBAiJGn,    Rev.  IIenry   (1818— 

18G7),  785,  1307 
Hart,  Rev.  Josepii    (1712—1768), 

7S,  111,  132,  334,  435,  441,  552,  553, 

616,  704 
Hastings,  Thomas,  D.M.  (1784—), 

20,  21,  91.  414.  469,  602,  603,  605, 

902.  933,  1012,  1110,  1153, 1213, 1281 
Hatfield,  Rev.  Edwin  F.,  D.D. 

(1307—),  51,  133,  154,  2G3,  271,  346, 

803,  805,  1305,  1309 
IIavergal,  Rev.  William  IJenry 

(1793—),  234 
Ham-eis,  Rev.  Thomas,  M.D.  (1732 

—1820),  109,  273,  323,  455,  600,  1040 

Hyyward, (180G),  62 

Heath,  George  (1803),  960 
IIeber,  Rr.  Rev.  Reginald,  D.D. 

(1783—1823).   1,  130,  322,  415,  10G8, 

1242,  1344,  1379,  1403 
llENSEL,  LODISA,  (1798—).  431 

Heginbotham,     Rev.    Ottiwell 

(1744— 17GS).  214,  233,  3G7,  757,824, 
963,  973,  1318,  1325 
IIemans,  Mrs.  1<  elicia  Dorothea 
(1794—1833),  468 


Hervey,  Rev.  James  (1714—1758), 

1046 
17.EWETT,    Rev.  John    William 

(1859),  711 
Hill,  Rev.  Rowland  (1744—1833), 

601,  933,  1357,  1391 
HiLLiioESE,    Augustus    L.    (1792 

—1859),  663 
Hinsdale,  Mrs.  Grace  W.  (1835), 

817 
Holmes,  Oliver  Wendell  (1809 

— ),  188 
noPE,  Henry  (1852),  630 
Hopkins,  Rev.  Josiaii,  D.D.  (1785 

—1862),  604 
Hoskins,    Rev.     Joseph    (1745— 

1783),  101,  530 
How.    Rev.  William  Walsiiam 

(1823—),  794,  1212, 1234 
Humphreys.Rev.  Joseph  (1720—  ?), 

10S3 
Hunter,    Rev.    William    (1S57), 

1403 
Hupton,  Rev.  Job  (1762—1849),  310 
Hurn,  Rev.  William  (1754—1829), 

339 
Hyde,  Mrs.  Ann  Beadly  (—1872). 

551,  582 

Jacobi,    Rev.  John    Christian, 

D.D.(— 1700),  80 
Jervis,  Rev.  Thomas   (1795),  71 
Johnson.    Mrs.    Catharine    H. 

(1S33),  12S3 

Johnson,  S (1830),  995 

Jones,  Rev.  Edmund  (1722—1705), 

567 
Judkin,    Rev.    Thomas    James 

(1837),  515 

Keble,  Rev.  John  (1792—1866)  3, 
11  ' 

Kelly,  Rev.  Thomas  (1769—1855), 
2S,  54,  82,  87,  121,  270,  231,  303, 
305,  307,  372,  433,  470,  495,  493, 
504-509,  523,  533,  654,  639,  674, 
792,  796.  863,  1117,  1119,  1158,  1189, 
1219,  1250,  1251,  1233,  1254.  1382 

Kempeneelt,  Admiral  Richard 
(1718—1782),  272 

Kempthorne,  Rev.  John  (1S10), 
219 

Ken,  Rt.  Rev.  Thomas  (1637— 
1711),  2.  8 

Kethe.  Rev.  William  (1561).  166 

Key,  Francis  Scott  (1779—1843), 
250, 1303 

King.  Joshua  (1840),  1317 

Kingsbury,  Rev.  William  (1744— 
1813),  269,  1192 

Kippis,  Rev.  Andrew,  D.D. 
(1725—1795),  1296 

KrUger,  John  (1640),  599 


931 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS   OF  IIYMNS. 


LAIREN11,       LAURENT'S       (1660— 

J722),  1455 
Lnc.  Richard  (1794).  717 
Leland.  Rev.  John  (1799),  31 
Lloyd.  William   Frej:yan  (1791 

—1353).  1009.  1025 
Lyte.  Key.  Henry  Francis  (1793 

—1347),  72.  221,   257,  612,  643,  810 

837.  870.  8J5,  909, 970,  982,  991,  1042, 

1297,  1241,  1376 


McCheyne,  Rev.  Robert  M.  <1813 

—1343)  033 
Mackay,  Mrs.  Margaret  (1832), 

1332 
Mad  an,  Mrs.  Judith  (1763),  984 
M.v  dan.  Rev.  Martin  (1726—1790), 

2J2.  593 
Maitland,  Fanny  F.  (1327).  1001 
Mast,  Rt.  Rev.  Richard  (1776— 

1343).  2)1.  340,  899 
Marriott.  Rev.  John  (1780—1825). 

347 
Mason.  Rev.  John  (—   1694),   16, 

339,  756 
Massie,  Richard  (1359).  786.  787 
M.vide,  Mrs.  Mary  Fawler  (1848), 

053 
Medley.  Rev.  Samuel  (1738—1799), 

394  555,  707,  776 
Mercer,   Rev.    William    (1864), 

1311 
Merrick,  Rev.  James  (1720—1769) 

53,  901,  1039,  1353 
Miolane,  Albert  (1825—  ).  1195 
Millard.  Rev.  James  Elwin,  D. 

D.  (1848), '259 
Miller.  Rev.  H[enry]  (1399).  1169 
Mills.  Rev.  Henry,  D.D.    1786— 

13)7),  1497 
Mil-man.  Rev.  Henry  Hart,  D.D. 

(1791— 1S3S).401.  999 
Milton.  John  (1603—1674).  106 
Mitchell,  Rev.  William  (1831), 

743 
Mon  -ell,  Rev.  John  S.  B.,  LL.D. 

(1311—),  183,  476 
Montgomery.  James  (1771—1854). 

24,  83,  90,  91.  240.  258,  239,  329,  335, 

494.  413.  421,  442.  457.  540.  554.  697. 

702.  744,  840.  853.  918,  924.  933,  934, 

957.  977.  980.  983,  996,    1109,    1120, 

1125.  1127.   1133,    1137.   1143,   1159, 

1176.  1222.   1233.   1232,   1285,    1292, 

1  351.   1375.   1330,   1383,  1387,   1338, 

1412,  1415 
Moore,  Rev.  Henry  (1732—1802), 

19:) 
Moore,  Thomas  (1730—1852),  956, 

1051 
Morell.   Prof.    Thomas   (1781— 

1840),  1132.  1237 


Morrison.  Rev.  John,  D  D.  (1749 

—1798).  396 
MUHLENBERG,   REV.   WlLLIAM   A., 

D.D.  (1820),  832,    1378 


Neale,  Rev.  John  Mason  (1818— 
1863),    274.      535.  1411.    1451—1454 

Neander.  Rev.  Joachim  (1640— 
1680).  344.  915 

Needham.  Rev.  John  (About  1768), 
176.  196.  634.  845.  1323 

Nelson.  Rev.  David,  M  D.  (1793— 
1844),  1424.  1459 

Nevin.  Rev.  Edwin  n.  (1S14—  ), 
981 

Newton.  Rev.  John  (1723— 1S07), 
37.  81.  93.  95.  93.  128.  523.  622.  641, 
645,  67;.  6S0,  6S7,  746.  779.  730.  793, 
898,  916,  917,  923,  931,  943,  968,  997, 
1023.  1090.  1116,  1181.  1193,  1193, 
1324.  1333,  1403.  1437.  1446 

Noel,  Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard 
Thomas  (1782-1851),  739,  1027 


Ockcm,  Rev.  Samson  (1723—1792), 

644 
Ogilvte,  Rev.  John,  D.D.  (1733— 

1814),  189 
Olivers,    Rev.    Thomas    (1723— 

1739).  234,  265 
Onderdonk,  Rt.  Rev.  Henry  U. 

(17S9— 1353).  252.  547.  1154.  1214 
Osler.  Edward,  M.D.  (1793—1363), 

255,  742 

Palmer,  Rev.  Ray.  D.D.  (1303—), 

61.  232,   233.  345,  447.  570.  637.  652, 

696.  729.  752, 76'J.  852.  987.  1004, 1114. 

1156.  1206,  1334,  1420,  144S 
Park.  Rev.   Roswell,  D.D.  (1807 

-).714 
Parr.  Harriet  (1356).  27 
Peacock,  John  (1776).  479. 1142 
Peaeody.  Rev.   William   13.  <)., 

D.D.  (1799—1847).  1347 
Perron et,  Rev.  Edward  (— 179?), 

295.  516 
Peters.  Mrs.  Mary  (— 1S56).  743 
Prentiss,    Mrs.    Elizabeth      P. 

(1869),  788 


Rabanls,   Malrus  (776—856).  313, 

315.  333 
Rattles.  Rev.  Thomas,  D.D.  (1733 

—1363).  632.  883.  1414 
Reed,  Rev.  Andrew,  D  T>   (1737  — 

1862).  324,  341,   400,  503,  557,  703, 

770,  1343 
Rinowaldt.  Rev.  Bartholomew 

(1530—1598)  1407 


935 


INDEX    OF    AUTHORS    OF   HYMNS. 


Rippon,  Rev.  John,  D.D.  (1751— 

18  tf).  1273 
Robert  11.  of  France  (972— 1031), 

343.  345 
Robertson,  Rev.    "William    (— 

1743).  1150 
Robinson.  Rev.  Charles  S.,  D.D. 

(1862).  912 
Robinson.  Rev.  Robert    (1735— 

1790).  304.  305.  710 
Ro-;enrotu,     Christian    Knorr 

VON  (1636— 1689).  22 
Rvland,  Rev.  John.  D.D.  (1753— 

1825),  145,  800,  829, 1165 


Sandys.  George  (1577—1643),  41 
Santolius  Maglorianus    (1623— 

1G84).  138,  437 
Santolius      Victorinus     (1630— 

1637),  1183 
SCIIEFiLER,    JOHANN.    M.D.     [An- 

goius],  (1624—1677),  773,  795,  975 
Schmolke,  Rev.  Benjamin  (1672 

—1737),  1008 
Scott,  Elizabeth  (ab.  1764),  62, 

1215, 1265,  1264 
Scott.   Rev.  Thomas   ( 1776), 

473.  598 
Scott,  Sir  "Walter  (1771—1832), 

1416 
Suagrave,  Rev.  Robert  (1693— 

r).  907 
Sears,  Rev.  Edmund  H.  (1810—), 

398 
Seymour.  Aaron  Crossley  Ho- 

BART  (1789—),  533 
Shirley,   Selina,   Countess    of 

Huntingdon  (1707—1791).  640 
Shirley,  Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter 

(1725—1786).  84.  2S6.  459,  589 
Shrubsoue,  Rev.  William  (1729 

1797),  1127,1228 
Shrubsole,  William,  Jr.  (1759— 

1829).  5 
Sic.ourney.  Mrs.  Lydia  n.  (1791— 

1SG5),  56,  337,  1238,  1261 
Smith,  Charitie  Lees  (1869),  103 
Smith,    Rev.   Samuel    Francis, 

D.D.  <1808— ),   42,  440, 1128,  1129, 

1163,  1243, 1237,  1298 
Smyth,  Edward  (1774),  88 
Sputa,    Rev.  Carl  J.  P.,  D.D. 

(1801—1859).  786,  787 
Steele,  Anne  (1716— 177S),  9,  103, 

104,  107.  215,  232.  233,  230,  295,  358, 

389,  395,  421,  454,  433,  465,  531,  541, 

561,  563,  577,  020,  621,  625,  026.  629, 

669,  690.  727,  7W.  808,  815,  819,  820, 

832.  849.  874.    883,   960,   970,   1023, 

1034—1033,  1049,  1050,  1053,  1073, 

1310,  1330,  1331,  1351,  1354,  1363, 

1394,  1425,  1433 


Stennett,  Rev.  JosEPn.D.D.  (1663 

—1713).  44 
Stennett.  Rev.  Samuel.D  D.  (1727 

—1795),  70.  334,  467,  480,  523,  027, 

628.  737,  969.  1146 
Sternhold.  Thomas  (—1549),  198 
Stocker,  John  (1776),  342.  662 
Stowell,  Rev.  Hugh  (1799—1865), 

348.  1055 
Strong,  Rev.  Nathan,  D.D.  (1748 

—1816).  1233.  1234 
Swain.   Rev.  Joseph  (1761—1796), 

555,  1171 


Tappan.  Rev.  "William  Bingham 

(1794—1849).  456.  1421.  1422 
Tate.  Nahum   (1652— 1715),  6S.  96, 

100,  131.  163,  210,  212,  224,  333,  397, 

870,  1183.  1257 
Tatlock.  Eleanor  (1798).  672 
Taylor,  Jane  (1733—1823).  631 
Taylor,  Rev.  John  (1694—1761), 

79.  253,  1308 
Taylor,  Rev.  Thomas  Rawson 

(1807—1835),  1369 
Tersteegen,     Gerhard 

—1769),  665.  774.  782. 927 
Theodore  (ab.  820),  1411 

Theodulph  ( 821).  274 

Thomas,  of  Celano   (1250),  1410 
Thompson.  Rev.  Alexander  R. 

(1869),  1460 
Tore,  Mrs.  Emma  (1852),  471 
Toplady,  Rev.  Augustus  M.(1740 

—1778),  29,   30.  80,    160,   443,   642, 

697,  760,  861,  1032,  1381,  1434 
Turner.  Rev.  Daniel  (1710— 179S), 

827,  978 


(1097- 


Voke,  Mrs.  (1806),  1140,  1221,  1278 


Wallin,  Rev.  Benjamin  (1711— 

1782;,  526 
"Wardlaw,    Rev.    Ralph,    D.D. 

(1779—1853),  45,  227,  741,  890,  1256, 
Waring.  Anna  L.etitia  (1850).  802 
Watts,  Rev.  Isaac,  D.D.  (1074— 
1743),  4,  6,  7,  10,  18,  34.  43,  49,  05, 
06,  73,  76,  97,99.  102,  105,  103.  114, 
117— 123,  122— 125,  129.  135.  147 — 
150,  152,  153.  162,  164,  165,  168,  169, 
171,  177—181,  185—187,  191—194, 
197,  199—235,  207,  238,  211—213, 
216—220,  223,  223,  229,  231,  234, 
237,  233,  242,  243.  245,  216.  275— 
277,  279,  2S5,  287,  239,  291,  293,  297, 
303,  Tsl7,  321,  349,  359.  332,  353,  353 
—332.  334.  S35,  363,  363.  371,  373, 
375,  376,  373—333,  3S5— 391,  496, 
418,   419,   422,   420—428,   444,   446, 


S36 


INDEX    OF   AUTHORS    OF   HYMNS. 


451,  458,  462,  466,  472,  483—485, 
487— 4S0.  493,  494,  502.  511.  517,  520. 
525,  527.  530.  534,  533—538.  542, 
545.  558,  559.  564,  571,  573.  576.  579, 
5S3,  5S8.  610.  611.  624.  657.  637.671, 
675,  682.  6S3,  6S6,  688.  6S9.  705.'  719, 
720.  722—724.  728.  734.  735.  738.  740. 
750.  755,  758.  771.  772.  783.  804,  806. 
803.  812—814,  81S.  82:$,  825,  826. 
823.  831,  835.  836.  840,  842.  844.  847, 
843.  830,  851.  854.  855,  858.  864.  863, 
873.  875,  877,  879,  8S7,  890—892, 
937,  933.  942.  943.  946,  947,  949— 

951.  953—956.  958.  959,  961.  1014— 
1016,  1017,  1019,  1028,  1031,  1037, 
1039,  1047,  1052.  1053,  1059,  1061, 
1065,  1066,  1070—1072,  1075— 10S2, 
10S5— 1037,  1091—1093,  1095—1101, 
1103—1106.  1124,  1134,  1139,  1144, 
1147,  1149.  1162,  1168,  1173,  1180, 
1182,  1185,  1187,  1191,  1194,  1202, 
1230,  1232,  1234,  1270,  1275,  1276, 
1319,1326,  1329,  1335—1337.1333— 
1341.  1345,  1346,  1343,  1349,  1353, 
1355,1361,  1365,  1370,  1339,  1392, 
1395,  1393.1399,  1403,  1423,  1426, 
1427,  1429,  1431,  1432,  1435,  1436, 
1433,  1449 

Weissel,  George  (1590—1635).  664 
Wesley.  Rev.  Charles  (1703— 
1783),  75,  92,  143.  148.  151,  158,  161, 
327,  336,  353,  403,  405,  407,  403, 
411,  432,  474,  477,  482,  4S6,  501, 
618,  519,  543,  586,  590,  591,  594, 
595,  539,  609,  613—615,  619,  630, 
633.  G33.  639,  643.  655.  692—694, 
707,  709,  745,  777,  799,  822,  878,  893, 
897,  903.  919,  923,  922,  925,  926,  936, 

952,  962.  972,  974,  979,  1024,  1131, 
1133,  1170.  1172.  1173.  1175,  1201, 
1205.  1260.  1385,  1401,  1413 

Wesley.  Rev.  John  (1703—1791), 
139,  638,  773—775,  816,  921,  927, 
929,  930,  1021 


Wesley.    Rev.     Samuel    (1662— 

1735),  452 
We<ley,  Rev.  Samuel,  Jr.  (1690— 

1739).  53,  490 
White.  IIenry  Kirke  (1785— 1S06), 

112,  206,  416,  1001 
Whitfield,       Rev.     Frederick 

(185C).  695.  747.  751 
Williams.  ELelen  Maria  (17C2— 

1S27).  1023 
Williams,  Rev.  "William  (1717— 

1791),  913,  1247 
Willis,  Nathaniel  Parker  (1807 

—1867),  1237 
Winghove.  Jonv  (1806).  649 
Winkler,  Rev.E.  T.,  D.D.  (1871), 

1300 
Winkworth,   Catherine    (1855), 

344.  431,  664,  807 
Wolcott.     Rev.    Samuel,  D.D. 

(1863),  1255 
Woodiiull,  Alfred,  M.D.  (1828), 

1235 
Wordsworth.  Rt.  Rev.    Chris- 
topher. D.D.    (1807—),    GO,  140, 

497.  1161.  1272.  1464 
Wrangiiam.  William  (1823).  256 
Wreford.  Rev.  John   Reynell, 

D.D.  (1837),  1304 

York,  Mrs.  (1847),  1377 

Zinzendorf,    Count     Nicholas 

Louis  (1700— 1760),  816 

AUTHORSHIP  UNCERTAIN: 
12,  15.  25,  32.  77,  85,  113,  136,  226, 
230,  241,247,  239,  401,  410,  453,  522, 
549,  560,  563,  585.  718.  759.  784.  791, 
798,  811.  989,  992—994,  1003,  1005, 
1054,  1062,  1084,  1113,  1115,  1155, 
1166,  1204,  1231,  1253,  1302,  1313— 
1315,  1330,  1303,  1367,  1303,  1334. 
1396, 1419,  1453 


937 


INDEX  TO   HYMNS. 


HYMW. 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King  I I.  Watts.  611 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley.  922 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll H.  lionar.  1373 

A  little  child,  the  Saviour  came W.Robertson.  1150 

A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger    ....     TV.,  Miss  J.  Borthwick.  900 

Abba,  Father  I  hear  thy  child C.  Wesley.  919 

Abide  with  me;  fast  falls  the  eventide    ....    H.F.Lyte.  909 

Absent  from  flesh !  O  blissful  thought  I I.  Watts.  1449 

According  to  thy  gracious  word     ....     J.Montgomery.  744 

Again  from  calm  and  sweet  repose    .    .    .    Sacred  Offering.  15 

Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave J.  Newton.  98 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light     .    .    Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  52 

Ah !  how  shall  fallen  man       I.  Watts.  370 

Ah!  Jesus!  let  me  hear  thy  voice A.  Reed.  703 

Ah !  wretched, vile,  ungrateful  heart     .    .    .Miss  A.  Steele.  970 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed I.  Watts.  4.31 

Alas !  what  hourly  dangers  rise Miss  A.  Steele.  1050 

All  glory,  laud  and  honor TV..  J.  M.  Xeale.  274 

All  hail,  incarnate  God! Miss  E.Scott.  1215 

All  hail  the  glorious  morn J.  Peacock.  479 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus' name     ....     E.  Perronet.  510 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell W.  Kethc.  100 

All  praise  to  him  of  Nazareth W.  C.  Bryant.  730 

All  that  I  was,  my  sin,  my  guilt II.  Bonar.  1167 

All  ye  who  owe  to  God  your  birth TV,  J.  Wesley.  139 

Almighty  God !  thy  word  is  cast J.  Cawood.  115 

Almighty  Maker,  God! I.  Watts.  238 

Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame Miss  A.  Steele.  1354 

Almighty  Sovereign  of  the  skies N.  Strong.  1294 

Always  with  us,  —  always  with  us E.  H.  Nevin.  9S1 

938 


LNDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN'. 

Amazing  grace  —  how  sweet  the  sound  .    .    .    .  J.Newton.  677 

Amazing  sight!  the  Saviour  stands      ....     Fill.  Hymns.  5f>9 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross I.  Watts.  1052 

Amid  the  splendors  of  thy  state Nippon's  Coll.  230 

An  earthly  temple  here  we  raise     .    .    Mrs.  C.  H.  Johnson.  1286 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive /.  Watts.  389 

And  can  I  yet  delay C.  Wesley.  655 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high     ....    Miss  A.  Steele.  103G 

And  canst  thou,  sinner  I  slight      ....    Mrs.  A.  B.  Hyde.  511 

And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just Miss  A.  Steele.  454 

And  dost  thou  say,  —  "  Ask  what  thou  wilt  "  .    .  J.  Newton.  9? 

And  is  there.  Lord!  a  rest R.  Palmer.  1428 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have B.  Beddome.  07* 

And  must  this  body  die I.  Watts.  1395 

And  now  another  week  begins T.  Kelly.  54 

And  will  the  Judge  descend P.  Doddridge.  1397 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend  .    .    .    .    Miss  A.  Steele.  025 

And  will  th'  offended  God  again S.  Stennett.  9G9 

Angel!  roll  the  rock  away T.Scott.  473 

Angels  !  assist  to  sing Gems.  247 

Angels  !  from  the  realms  of  glory    ...../.  Montgomery.  413 

Angels  !  lament,  behold  your  God    .    .    .     Tr.,  J.  Chandler.  449 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung W.Hurn.  399 

Another  day  ha3  passed  along      .    .    .     .    .    .J.  Edmeston.  48 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done J.  Stennett.  44 

Approach,  my  soul !  the  mercy-seat J.Newton.  622 

Archangels  !  fold  your  wings S.  E.  Brydges.  500" 

Arise,  arise!  with  joy  survey T.  Kelly.  1219 

Arise,  my  soul !  arise C.  Wesley.  G92 

Arise,  my  soul!  my  joyful  powers I.  Watts.  689 

Arise,  my  tenderest  thoughts  !  arise  ....    P.  Doddridge.  1190 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace  !  arise I.  Watts.  102 

Arise,  ye  people  !  and  adore Miss  H.  Auber.  492 

Arise,  ye  saints!  arise T.Kelly.  863 

Arm  of  the  Lord!  awake,  awake W-  Shrubsole.  1223 

Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne T.  Kelly.  281 

As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again M.  Bruce.  1391 

As  oft  with  worn  and  weary  feet J.  Edmeston.  10G8 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams  ....    H.  F.  Lyte.  870 

As,  when  the  weary  traveler  gains J.  Newton.  1446 

As  with  gladness,  men  of  old W.  C.  Dix.  797 

Ascend  thy  throne, almighty  King! B.  Beddome.  1229 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  — blessed  sleep   .     .    .     .  Mrs.  M.  Maclcay.  13G2 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command     .    .    .    .   W.  B.  Collyer.  1220 

Astonished  and  distressed B.  Beddome.  377 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing     .    .    .  Tr.,  R.  Campbell.  700 
939 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord  ! I.  Watts.  719 

Auspicious  morning!  hail S.F.Smith.  1298 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song W.  Hammond.  510 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song Miss  A.  Steele.  395 

Awake,  my  heart  I  arise,  my  tongue  I I.  Watts.  088 

Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun T.  Ken.  2 

Awake,  my  soul!  in  joyful  lays S.  Medley.  7G7 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve      .    .      P.  Doddridge.  841 

Awake,  my  soul !  to  sound  his  praise J.  Barlow.  233 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring    .    .    .     J.  Needham.  170 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls  ! Miss  E.  Scott.  03 

Awake,  our  souls  I  away,  our  fears  ! 1.  Watts.  848 

Awake,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  your  eyes    .    .       P.  Doddridge.  1332 

Awake,  ye  saints !  awake T.  Cotterill.  04 

Awake,  ye  saints!  to  praise  your  King   ....     I.  Watts.  219 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound S.  Odeum.  044 

Away  from  earth  my  spirit  turns It.  Palmer.  852 

Away  from  every  mortal  care     ...."..../.  Watts.  122 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear C.  Wesley.  972 

Be  with  me,  Lord !  where'er  I  go J.  Cennicl:.  928 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 1.  Watts.  105 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow F.  S.  Key.  1303 

Begin,  my  soul !  th'  exalted  lay J.  Ogilvie.  189 

Begin,  my  tongue !  some  heavenly  theme      ...    7.  Watts.  304 

Behold!  a  stranger 's  at  the  door J.  Grigg.  578 

Behold!  the  blind  their  sight  receive I.  Watts.  419 

Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near     ....     Mrs.  Voice.  1278 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 1.  Watts.  287 

Behold !  the  grace  appears 1.  Watts.  403 

Behold !  the  lofty  sky  .... I.  Watts.  349 

Behold !  the  morning  sun I.  Watts.  350 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind S.  Wesley.  452 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone J.  Watts.  1105 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace J.Newton.  923 

Behold  the  western  evening  light     .    .    .W.B.O.  Peabody.  1347 

Behold !  what  condescending  love J.  Peacock.  1142 

Behold  I  what  wondrous  grace      .    .• I.  Watts.  858 

Behold  where,  in  the  Friend  of  man     ....     W.  Enfield.  425 

Beneath  our  feet,  and  o'er  our  head B.  Heber.  1344 

Beyond  where  Kidron's  waters  flow     .    .    .    .   S.  F.  Smith.  440 

Bless,  O  my  soul!  the  living  God I.  Watts.  180 

Blessed  are  the  dead  who  die B.  Gough.  1417 

Blessed  are  the  humble  souls  that  see J.  Watts.  1077 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God J.  Humphreys.  1088 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  peace 2.  Watts.  1178 

940 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Blessed  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know.    ...    J.  Watts.  360 

Blessed  be  the  dear  uniting  love C.  Wesley.  117:5 

Blessed  be  the  everlasting  God J.  Watts..  836 

Blessed  be  the  Father  and  his  love 7.  Watts.  135 

Blessed  be  the  tie  that  binds 7.  Fawcett.  1177 

Blessed  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel    .    .    .  B.  U.  Onderdonk.  B62 

Blessed  be  thy  love,  dear  Lord J.  Austin.  860 

Blessed  Fountain,  full  of  grace     ......   ^     T.  Kelly.  706 

Blessed  morning,  whose  young  dawning  rays    .     .    I.  Watts.  491 

Blessed  Saviour !  thee  I  love G.  Duffleld.  099 

Blest  Comforter  divine Mrs.  L.  77.  Sigourney.  337 

Blc?t  hour  1  when  mortal  man  retires T.  Raffles.  883 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place I.  Watts.  1082 

Blest  is  the  man,  whose  heart  doth  move  ....    7.  Watts.  1275 

Blest  is  the  man,  whose  softening  heart .  Mrs.A.L.  Barbauld.  1271 

Blest  Jesus  I  come  thou  gently  down Luth.  Coll.  1204 

Blest  Jesus !  when  my  soaring  thoughts   .     O.  Heginbotham.  757 

Blest  Trinity!  from  mortal  sight  .    .    .    .  TV.,  77.  W.  Baker.  138 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow C.  Wesley.  591 

Boundless  glory,  Lord !  be  thine T.  Kelly.  654 

Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  I  feed J.  Conder.  698 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion TV.,  J.  M.  Neale.  1451 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn     .    .    v     .    .   J.  Montgomery.  404 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God! I.  Watts.  275 

Bright  Source  of  everlasting  love J.  Boden.  1207 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led     .    .     .  Miss  IT.  Anbcr.  303 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  .    .  It.  Heber.  415 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory R.  Robinson.  305 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 7.  Watts.  1075 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night 7.  Watts.  539 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates !  and  bring  .    .     .    .   R.  Kempen/elt.  272 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation J.  Montgomery.  9S0 

Calm  me,  my  God!  and  keep  me  calm    ....    II.  Bonar.  939 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night E.  IT.  Sears,  398 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord R.  Hill.  998 

Children!  hear  the  melting  story    ....    Union  Minstrel.  1315 

Children  of  light!  arise  and  shine E.Denny.  1010 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King J.  Cennick.  900 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme I.  Watts.  1134 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing S.  Wolcott.  1255 

Christ  is  our  Corner-Stone TV.,  J.  Chandler.  1282 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground    ....     R.  Wardlaw.  895 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day C.  Wesley.  474 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies C.  Wesley.  897 

Church  of  the  ever-living  God H.  Bonar.  1108 

941 


INDEX   TO  HYMNS. 

HYMX. 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues J.  Watts.  472 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God J.  Boden.  208 

Come,  bless  Jehovah's  name E.  F.  Hatfield.  154 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light B.  Beddome.  319 

Come,  dearest  Lord  1  descend  and  dwell    ....   7.  Watts.  129 

Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit  I  come    ....     C.Wordsworth.  1101 

Come,  every  pious  heart  ! S.  Stennett.  480 

Come,  happy  souls  !  approach  your  God    .....    7.  Watts.  559 

Come,  heavenly  Love!  inspire  my  song    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  531 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 7.  Watts.  570 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator  1  come N.Tate.  333 

Come,  Holy  Ghost !  in  love It.  Palmer.  345 

Come,  Holy  Ghost  I  my  soul  inspire Vill.  Hymns.  1084 

Come,  Holy  Ghost!  our  hearts  inspire C.Wesley.  320 

Come,  Holy  Spirit!  calm  my  mind    .    .  77.  F.  Burdens  Coll.  320 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come,  Let J.  Hart.  334 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  come,  With B.  Beddome.  339 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove !  My    .    .    .     S.  Browne.  314 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  !  With    ...     7.  Watts.  321 

Come,  humble  sinner!  in  whose  breast    ....    E.Jones.  507 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ! T.  Kelly.  1158 

Come,  Jesus,  Redeemer !  abide  thou  with  me  .    .  R.  Palmer.  987 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 7.  Watts.  579 

Come,  let  us  all  unite  to  praise M.  Madan.  292 

Come,  let  us  gladly  sing E.  F.  Hatfield.  803 

Come,  let  us  join  in  songs  of  praise     .    .    .  Campbell's  Coll.  522 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 7.  Watts.  291 

Come,  let  us  join  our  frieuds  above C.  Wesley.  1172 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 7.  Watts.  525 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high 7.  Watts.  740 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus G.W.  Bethune.  1310 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs     ...  7.  Montgomery.  540 

Come,  Lord  !  and  tarry  not H.  Bonar.  1359 

Come,  Lord !  and  warm  each  languid  heart .    Miss  A.  Steele.  104 

Come,  my  fond  fluttering  heart Miss  J.  Taylor.  691 

Come,  my  soul  !  thy  suit  prepare J.  Newton.  910 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit,  blest TV..  E.  Casiuall.  315 

Come,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays T.  Blaclclock.  Y7b 

Come,  sacred  Spirit !  from  above P.Doddridge.  318 

Come,  Saviour,  Jesus  !  from  above  ....     Tr.,  J.  Wesley.  608 

Come,  says  Jesus' sacred  voice     .    .     Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  597 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay T.  Kelly.  495 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace  .    .      O.  Jleginbotham.  235 

Come,  sinner!  to  the  gospel  feast    ....      The  Psalmist,  500 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 7.  Watts.  70 

Come,  thou  almighty  King! C.  Wesley.  158 

942 


tKDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN*. 

Come,  thou  Desire  of  all  thy  saints     .    .    .     Miss  A.  Steele.  103 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing!  ....   R.  Robinson.  710 

Come,  thou  Holy  Spirit!  come Tr.,  E.  Caswall.  913 

Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus  1 C.  Wesley.  411 

Come,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit ! J.  Evans.  80 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain    .    .    .    .  J.  Montgomery.  554 

Come  unto  me  when  shadows  darkly  gather .   The  Hallelujah.  901 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord!  . I.  TVatts.  7-', 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed    .    .    Miss  A.  Steele.  577 

Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  languish    .     .    T.  Moore.  980 

Come,  ye  lofty !  come,  ye  lowly  ! A.  T.  Gurney.  412 

Come,  ye  saints  !  and  raise  an  anthem     ....  J".  Hupton.  310 

Come,  ye  saints  !  look  here  and  wonder    ....      T.  Kelly.  498 

Come,  ye  sinners !  poor  and  wretched J.  Hart.  552 

Come,  ye  souls  !  by  sin  afflicted J.  Swain.  565 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord      ...      G.  Burder.  236 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name     .    .    Miss  A.  Steele.  290 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden J.  Hart.  553 

Come,  ye  weary  sinners  !  come C.  Wesley.  5'.>"> 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs Tr..  J.  Wesley.  1021 

Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside  .    .    .    .  A.  M.  Toplady.  700 

Creator  Spirit !  by  whose  aid Tr.,  J.  Dry  den,  313 

Crown  him  with  many  crowns M.  Bridges.  513 

Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing    ....      W.  Goode.  306 

Crowns  of  glory,  ever  bright T.  Kelly.  505 

Daughter  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness,  Fitzgerald? s  Coll.  1113 

Daughter  of  Z  ion!  from  the  dust    ....    J.Montgomery.  1233 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! J.  Xeicton,  1403 

Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep  .     .     .  Sab.  Hy.  Book.  1303 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul ! 3fiss  A.  Steele.  1035 

Dear  Saviour !  when  my  thoughts  recall .     .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  020 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above /.   Walts.  520 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid I.  Watts.  131S 

Death !  't  is  a  melancholy  day /.  Watts.  1340 

Deathless  spirit!  now  arise A- M.  Toplady.  1381 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  ein  hath  made     .  Miss  A.  Steele.  405 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record I.  Watts.  458 

Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne /.  Watts.  380 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner!  draw  near  .    .    .  T.  Hastings.  GC5 

Depth  of  mercy  can  there  be C.  Wesley.  033 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove ! I.  Watts.  53G 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep B.  Beddome.  700 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord! J.  Hart.  132 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord? P.  Doddridge,  702 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn T.  Hastings.  002 

943 


INDEX   TO  HYJMKS. 

HI  MN. 

Dying  souls,  fast  bound  in  sin T.  Hastings.  003 

Early>  my  God !  without  delay I.  Watts.  105 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long 7.  Watts.  1431 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair     .    .    .  7V.,  Miss  F.  E.  Cox.  795 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now     . T.  J.  Judkin.  515 

Enthroned  on  high,  almighty  Lord  f T.  Hawcis.  109 

Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretched  abroad     .    .    I.  Watts.  270 

Eternal  God,  almighty  Cause  f S.  Browne.  172 

Eternal  Source  of  every  good  f B.  Eeddome.  128S 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  I P.  Doddridge.  1320 

Eternal  Spirit  !  by  whose  power W.  H.  Bathurst.  325 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth  1 T.  Cotter  ill.  323 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  light S.Davies.  312 

Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess I.  Watts.  317 

Eternal  Sun  of  righteousness  t C.  Wesley.  952 

Eternal  Wisdom  I  thee  we  praise I.  Watts.  200 

Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading    .    .     TV.,  Miss  C.  Winkworlh.  431 

Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road    .    .    .Wigramys  Coll.  1005 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss     .    .    .    D.  Turner.  827 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence ;    .    .  I.    Watts.  825 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 7.  Watts.  1093 

Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating J.  Taylor.  79 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home II.  F.  Lijte.  8G7 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  1  begone  .    .    .    I.  Watts.  125 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee W.  Cowper.  871 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night  .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  1425 

Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God  !  my  feet  .    .    .    Miss  E.  TatlocI:.  672 

Father  I  how  wide  thy  glory  shines I.  Watts.  231 

Father !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see I.  Watts.  1435 

Father  1  in  thy  mysterious  presence  kneeling     .    S.  Johnson.  995 

Father  I  in  whom  we  live C.  Wesley.  151 

Father  of  eternal  grace! J.Montgomery.  918 

Father  of  glory  1  to  thy  name I.  Watts.  147 

Father  of  heaven  above  I E.  H.  Bichersteth.  159 

Father  of  heaven!  whose  love  profound    .    .    .  J.  Cooper(7).  137 

Father  of  mercies!  bow  thine  ear B.  Beddome.  1122 

Father  of  mercies!  condescend T.  Morel  I.  1132 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love!  Oh!     .    .    .0.  Heginbolham.  973 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love!  Whose    .    .    .    .  S.  Medley.  1321 

Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  house P.Doddridge.  1121 

Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word Miss  A.  Steele.  358 

Father  of  mercies!  send  thy  grace    ....    P.Doddridge.  1200 

Father!  our  hearts  we  lift C.Wesley.  408 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost! C.Wesley.  920 

944 


INDEX  TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Father  !  whate'er  of  earthly  blis3      ....   Miss  A.  Steele.  10-20 

Firm  and  unmoved  are  they /.  Watts.  1019 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands /.  Watts.  840 

Flow  fast,  my  tears  I  the  cause  is  great     .    .    .     W.  Shirley.  459 

For  a  season  called  to  part J.  Newton.  93 

For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be C.  Wesley.  743 

For  ever  with  the  Lord  ! J.  Montgomery.  1 : J 7 ■> 

For  the  mercies  of  the  day J.  Montgomery.  01 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country     ....     Tr.,J.  M.  Xeale.  1453 

Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky R.  Heber.  105U 

Fount  of  everlasting  love It.  Palmer.  120G 

Fountain  of  mercy.  God  of  love  1   .     .    .    Mrs.  A.  Flo>verdew.  1327 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns S.Browne.  55 

Friend  after  friend  departs J.Montgomery.  1389 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies /.  Watts.  124 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard  .     .     .     .    J.W.  Cunningham.  400 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts    .    .    .    /.  Watts.  363 

From  Egypt  lately  come T.  Kelly.  059 

From  every  earthly  pleasure E.  Davis.  905 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows      ....     H.  Stowell.  1035 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains It.  Heber.  1242 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high T.  Haweis.  COO 

From  the  table  now  retiring Exeter  Coll.  718 

From  thee,  my  God!  my  joys  shall  rise     ....    I.  Watts.  873 

Full  of  trembling  expectation C.  Wesley.  979 

Gently,  gently  lay  thy  rod H.  F.  Lyte.  976 

Gently,  Lord!  Oh!  gently  lead  us T.  Hastings.  963 

Gently,  my  Saviour !  let  me  down 12.  Hill.  1357 

Gird  on  thy  conquering  sword P.  Doddridge.  1210 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise I.  Watts.  844 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high /.  Watts.  245 

Give  to  our  Gcd  immortal  praise /.  Watts.  1G4 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken J.  Xeicton.  111G 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high C.  Wesley.  143 

Glory  be  to  God,  the  Father H.  Donar.  311 

Glory,  glory  to  our  King T.  Kelly.  504 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  Let     . J.  Allen.  2G7 

Glory  to  God  on  high.  Our J.  Hart.  701 

Glory  to  th'  almighty  Father W.  H.  Bathurst.  150 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God!  this  night T.  Ken.  8 

Go,  and  the  Saviour's  grace  proclaim T.  Morell.  1237 

Go,  labor  on,  spend  and  be  spent H.  Bonar.  1274 

'•Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord    ....   I.  Watts.  1124 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane J.  Montgomery.  442 

Go,  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet /.  Watts.  279 

60  945 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Cod  bless  our  native  land J.  S.  Dwight.  1299 

God  calling  yet?  shall  I  not  hear  ?     TV.,  Miss  J.  Borthwick.  GG5 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all ! TV.,  J.  E.  Millard.  259 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays /.  Watts.  1099 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son B.  Beddome.  374 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise     ........  I.  Watts.  1081 

God  is  gone  up  on  high C.   Wesley.  482 

God  is  in  his  holy  temple J.  Montgomery.  83 

God  is  love,  his  mercy  brightens J.  Bowring.  254 

God  is  my  strong  salvation J.  Montgomery.  91)0 

God  is  the  Refuge  of  his  saints J.  Watts.  1001 

God,  most  mighty,  sovereign  Lord!    ....   H.  Harbaugh.  1307 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way W.  Cowpcr.  1043 

God,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope /.  Watts.  879 

God  of  almighty  power Sabbath  Hymn  Book.  241 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace! H.  F.  Lyte.  1207 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  love! J.  Taylor.  130S 

God  of  my  life!  look  gently  down I.  Watts.  1028 

God  of  my  life !  through  all  my  days  .    .    .    .  P.  Doddridge.  182 

God  of  my  life  1  to  thee  I  call W.  Cowper.  1000 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise I.  Watts.  42fi 

God  of  my  salvation!  hear C.  Wesley.  0:J9 

<;<>d  of  our  life  !  thy  various  praise      .    .     .  O.  Jleginbotham.  1325 

God  of  our  salvation  !  hear  us T.  Kelly.  87 

God  of  the  morning!  at  whose  voice I.  Walts.  6 

God  of  the  nations!  bow  thine  car      ....     T.  Hastings.  1213 

(jlodof  the  passing  year!  to  thee A.  Woodhull.  1~".'."> 

God  of  the  sunlight  hours !  how  sad  .    .    .     T.eifchiUVs  Coll.  113 

God  of  t'ae  universe!  to  thee Miss  Mary  O .  1290 

God  Avith  us!  Oh!  glorious  name    ....  Miss  S.  S n.  302 

Grace,  like  an  uucorrupted  seed /•  Watts.  10SG 

Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound P.  Doddridge.  703 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine! J.  Stocker.  342 

Great  Creator!  who  this  day Mrs.  J.  A.  Elliott.  38 

Great  Father  of  each  perfect  gift!    ....     P.Doddridge.  107 

Great  Father  of  mankind! P.Doddridge.  1283 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame  I    ...    P.  Doddridge.  170 

Great  God!  attend  while  Z ion  sings I.  Watts.  120 

Great  God!  how  inlinite  art  thou /.  Walts.  204 

Great  God !  indulge  my  humble  claim /.  Watts.  IS) 

Great  God !  let  all  my  tuneful  powers   .    .     O.  Jleginbotham.  1318 

Great  God  !  now  condescend J.  Fellows.  1152 

Great  God !  the  nations  of  the  earth     .    .    .    .     T.  Gibbons.  1235 

Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song    .    .     .    Miss  A.  Steele.  9 

Great  God!  to  what  a  glorious  height I.  Watts.  542 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand  .    .    .    P.Doddridge.  1322 
946 


INDEX  TO  HYMXS. 

nrsis. 

Gi cat  God!  what  do  I  see  and  hear  .    .    .    .    W.  B.  Collyer.  140G 

Great  God !  whose  universal  sway I.  Watts.  1100 

Great  High  Priest  I  we  view  thee  stooping  .     .    .     J.  Hart.  435 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might I.  Watts.  223 

Great  is  the  Lord,  our  God /.  Watts. '  1092 

Great  King  of  glory!  come B.  Francis.  12S4 

Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches  !  hear    .     .     .  W.  Kingsbury.  1192 

Great  One  in  Three  !  great  Three  in  One  ! .  Sab.  LTymn  Book.  136 

Great  Prophet  of  our  God  ! /.  Watts.  502 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame!     ....  P.  Doddridge.  200 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel /.  Watts.  1187 

Great  Spirit !  by  whose  mighty  power   .     .    .    .     T.  Ilaweis.  328 

Great  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise I.  Watts.  3G8 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  !     .    .    .    .     W.  Williams.  913 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews I.  Watts.  1071 

Hail !  great  Creator,  wise  and  good  ! .    .      Gent.'s  Magazine.  220 

Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  Let E.  Perronet.  295 

Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  Whom C.  Wesley.  145 

Hail  I  mighty  Jesus!  how  divine B.  Wallin.  520 

Hail!  morning,  known  among  the  blest      .    .     P.  Wardlaw.  45 

Hail!  my  ever  blessed  Jesus  ! J.  Wingrove.  640 

Hail!  sacred  truth!  whose  piercing  ray     .    .        J.  Buttress.  3G5 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise  ! C.  Wesley.  477 

Hail!  thou  God  of  grace  and  glory!     .    .    .  T.  W.  Aveling.  1200 

Hail !  thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! J.  Bakewell.  434 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning !  T.  Ilastings.  414 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ! J.  Montgomery.  1109> 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace! ....  P.  Doddridge.  278 

Hail !  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day  ! L.  Bacon.  10 

Hallelujah !  joyful  raise N.  Ilall.  142 

Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! E.  F.  Hatfield.  271 

Hallelujah  !  raise,  Oh  !  raise J.  Conder.  201 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord /.  Watts.  1270 

Happy  soul !  thy  days  are  ended C.  Wesley.  1385 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place I.  Watts.  1098 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign I.  Watts.  10S5 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet I.  Watts.  1070 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined C.  Wesley.  1170 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound /.  Watts.  1341 

Hark,  hark!  the  notes  of  joy A.  Peed.  400 

Hark,  hark  I  the  voice  of  praise Lyra  Coslestis.  1458 

Hark !  how  the  choral  song  of  heaven    .    .    .    .  P.  S.  M .  1447 

Hark!  my  soul  I  it  is  the  Lord W.  Cowper.  790 

Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices T.  Kelly.  307 

Hark  the  glad  sound  1  the  Saviour  comes  .    .    P.Doddridge.  302 
947 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Hark  I  the  herald  angels  sing C.  Wesley.  403 

Hark  !  the  judgment  trumpet  sounding.    .    N.  S.  S.  Iieman.  1405 

Hark  the  loud  triumphant  strains T.  Kelly.  303 

Hark  the  notes  of  angels  singing  .    , T.  Kelly.  30G 

Harkl  the  song  of  jubilee J.  Montgomery.  1120 

Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices C.  Wordsworth.  1464 

Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy J.Evans.  430 

Hark  to  the  solemn  bell Mrs.  J.  L.  Gray.  1308 

Harkl  what  celestial  notes Salisbury  Coll.  401 

Harkl  what  mean  those  holy  voices J.  Cawood.  409 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep    ....     Kyle's  S.  Songs.  1002 

Hasten,  Lord!  the  glorious  time    ....      Miss  II.  Auber.  1118 

Hasten,  sinner  I  to  be  wise T.  Scott.  508 

He  dies  —  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies I.  Watts.  487 

He  knelt  —  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed,  Mrs.  F.  D.  Hemans.  408 

He  lives  —  the  everlasting  God I.  Watts.  818 

He  lives — the  great  Redeemer  lives  .    .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  541 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping T.  Hastings.  1281 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge,God I.  Watts.  1005 

He  who  on  earth  as  man  was  known     ....    J".  Newton.  523 

Hear  my  prayer,  O  heavenly  Father !      .     .     .  Miss  II.  Parr.  27 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken      .    .    .   W.  Cowper.  1190 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims  .    .    .   I.  Watts.  1426 

Hearken,  Lord!  to  my  complaints      .     .     .    J.  Montgomery.  977 

Hearts  of  stone  1  relent,  relent C.  Wesley.  599 

Heralds  of  creation  I  cry J.Montgomery.  260 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord  I  we  meet S.  Stennett.  737 

Here  in  thy  name,  eternal  God!     ....     J.Montgomery.  1285 

Here,  Lord!  by  faith,  I  see  thee,  face  to  face    .      II.  Bonar.  910 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  I I.  Watts.  1066 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light .     .  T.  Raffles.  1414 

High  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes    ....  P.  Doddridge.  393 

Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts  1  draw  nigh  ....      C.  Wesley.  586 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name /.  Needham.  196 

Holy,  delightful  day  1 T.  II.  Gill.  30 

Holy  Father !  hear  my  cry H.  Bonar.  114 

Holy  Ghost !  dispel  our  sadness    .    .    .  Tr.,  A.  M.  Toplady.  80 

Holy  Ghost  I  my  soul  inspire R.  Mant.  340 

Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine A.  Reed.  341 

Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty!     ....   R.  Ileber.  1 

Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  of  hosts!  .     .     .C.Wordsworth.  140 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord !  Self-existent     ....      J.  Ryland.  145 

Holy  Lamb !  who  thee  receive Tr.,  J.  Wesley.  921 

Holy  Spirit!  once  again  .     .     .    .     Tr.,  Miss  C.  Winlcworth.  344 

Hope  of  our  hearts !  O  Lord !   appear E.  Denny.  8S1 

Hosanna  I  raise  the  pealing  hymn    ...      W.  II.  Haver  gal.  294 
948 


INDEX  TO  TIYMXS. 

nYMN. 

Ilosanna  to  the  living  Lord ft-  Tleber.  130 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  grace I.  Watts.  530 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light /.  Watts.  493 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord!    .     .     .     J.  Addison.  220 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 7.  Wafts.  1139 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains B.  Cough.  ISM 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine     .    .    .     A.  C.  Coxe.  423 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  I  Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  1359 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds     .  Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  1184 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn T.  Hastings.  409 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 7.  Watts.  828 

How  can  we  adore,  or  worthily  praise    .    .    .  W.  Hammond.  514 

How  charming  is  the  place S.  Stennett.  70 

How  condescending  and  how  kind I.  Watts.  738 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear I.  Watts.  97 

How  far  beyond  our  mortal  sight   ....      Miss  A.  Steele.  1433 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord  I    .    .     .  K .  990 

How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought 7.  Watts.  891 

How  gentle  God's  commands P.  Doddridge.  1020 

How  happy  are  the  souls  above A.  M.  Toplady.  1434 

How  heavy  is  the  night 7.  Watts.  511 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies Miss  A.  Steele.  389 

How  honorable  is  the  place 7.  Watts.  1104 

now  honored,  how  dear,  that  sacred  abode    .    .    J.  Conder.  G9 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine ! 7.  Watts.  1144 

How  lovely  are  thy  dwellings  fair J.  Milton.  100 

How  oft,  alas  1  this  wretched  heart    .    .     .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  G20 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove I.  Watts.  851 

How  perfect  is  thy  law E.  F.  Hatfield.  34  G 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 7.  Watts.  119 

How  pleased  and  blessed  was  I 7.  Watts.  117 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine J.  Fawcett.  355 

How  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  ! 7.  Watts.  720 

How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings !      ...  P.  Doddridge.  1133 

How  rich  thy  gifts,  almighty  King  ! A.  Kippis.  1296 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  I 7.  Walts.  385 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear S.  Stennett.  384 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts    ....  7.  Watts.  305 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life J.  Watts.  1340 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 7.  Watts.  202 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place I.  Watts.  731 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight    ....     J.Swain.  1171 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day     .    .    .    W.  H.  Bathurst.  13G0 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds     ....    J.Newton.  740 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord UrwicVs  Coll.  77 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile it.  KeV.y.  121 

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INDEX   TO  HYMNS. 

HYMX. 

How  sweetly  breaks  the  Sabbath  dawn  .    .    .  E.  F.  Hatfield.  51 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  soimd  ....  J".  Bowring.  420 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls P.  Doddridge.  1371 

How  tedious.and  tasteless  the  hours J.  Newton.  779 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below I.  Walts.  950 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies PraWs  Coll.  1307 

How  wondrous  great,  how  glorious  bright    .    .    .  I.  Wutts.  199 

1  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow J.  Newton.  968 

I  have  a  home  above H.  Bennett.  1457 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far T.  Kelly.  074 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say H.  Bonar.  079 

I  know  no  life  divided Tr.,  R.  Massie.  787 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus H.  Bonar.  801 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God I.  Watts.  958 

I  Ml  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath I.  Watts.  191 

I  '11  speak  the  honors  of  my  King I.  Watts.  297 

I  love  the  Lord,  whose  gracious  ear T.  Hastings.  1012 

I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God T.  Kelly.  372 

I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word 7.  Watts.  352 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord ! T.  Dwight.  1094 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away Mrs.  P.  II.  Brown.  17 

I  'm  but  a  stranger  here T.  R.  Taylor.  1309 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord I.  Watts.  082 

I  'm  weary  of  straying;  Oh!  fain  would  I  rest .    Mrs.  York.  1377 

I  need  thee,  precious  Jesus  1 F.  Whitfield.  095 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to  God,   R.  M.  MaCheyne.  003 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away I.  Watts.  067 

I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God I.  Watts.  228 

I've  found  a  joy  in  sorrow Mrs.  J.  Crewdson.  051 

I've  found  the  Fearl  of  greatest  price J.  Mason.  750 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord I.  Watts.  1039 

I  want  a  heart  to  pray C.   Wesley.  926 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep .  H.  Bonar.  058 

I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father  ! Mme.  Guyon.  781 

I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay   .W.A.Muhlenberg.  1378 

If  Christ  is  mine,  then  all  is  mine B.  Beddome.  1041 

If  human  kindness  meets  return G.T.Noel.  739 

If  Jesus  be  my  Friend     ....     Tr.,  Miss  C.Winlworth.  807 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways J.  Ryland.  1165 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee I.  Watts.  1079 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight J.Newton.  0S0 

In  heavenly  love  abiding Miss  A.  L.  Waring.  802 

In  robes  of  judgment,  lot  he  comes I.  Watts.  1408 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory W.  Hunter.  1403 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory J.  Bowring.  710 

950 


LNDEX  TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

In  the  morning  hear  my  voice J.Montgomery.  24 

In  the  name  of  God,  the  Father J.  W.  Ilewett.  711 

In  this  calm,  impressive  hour T.  Hastings.  20 

In  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow Mrs.  J.  Madan.  984 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord  !  we  come     .    .    .    .  J.  Ho  skins.  101 

In  thy  name.  O  Lord!  assembling T.  Kelly.  82 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint T.  Xeicton.  1437 

In  vain  the  world's  alluring  smile    ....    Miss  A.  Steele.  840 

Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies  I    ....     P.  Doddridge.  1223 

Infinite  excellence  i3  thine J.  Fawcelt.  288 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  way   ....      P.Doddridge.  563 

Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  prayer  I A.  M.  Toplady.  30 

Inspirer  of  the  ancient  seers  I C.  Wesley.  353 

Is  this  the  kind  return /.   Watts.  378 

It  is  not  death  to  die G.  W.  Bethune.  1374 

It  is  thy  hand,  my  God! J.  G.  Deck.  1018 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light /.  Watts.  178 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high /.  Watts.  170 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home!   .     .    .Williams  cy  Boderis  Coll.  1442 

Jerusalem,  the  glorious Tr.,  J.  M.  Neale.  1454 

Jerusalem,  the  golden Tr.,  J.  M.  Neule.  1452 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be J.  Grigg.  764 

Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over T.  Kelly.  507 

Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine  .    .    .    .     Miss  A.  Steele.  986 

Jesus  full  of  all  compassion! D.Turner.  978 

Jesus  f  grant  me  this,  I  pray n.  W.  Baker.  701 

Jesus!  hail!  enthroned  in  glory J.  Bakewell.  309 

Jesus!  how  much  thy  name  unfolds   .    .    .  Mrs.  M.  Peters.  748 

Jesus  !  how  sweet  thy  memory  is    .    .    .     J.  W.  Alexander.  730 

Jesus  !  I  come  to  thee N.  S.  S.  Beman.  656 

Jesus !  I  live  to  thee H.  Harbaugh.  785 

Jesus  !  I  love  thee  evermore E.  C.  Benedict.  768 

Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name P.  Doddridge.  740 

Jesus  !  I  my  cross  have  taken H.  F.  Lyte.  648 

Jesus,  immortal  King!  arise A.  C.  H.  Seymour.  533 

Jesus  invites  his  saints I.  Watts.  705 

Jesus  is  God !  the  glorious  bands F.  W.  Faber.  298 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies /.  Watts.  724 

Jesus !  Jesus  !  come  and  save  us H.  Bateman.  894 

Jesus!  Jesus!  visit  me Tr.,  P.  P.  Dunn.  975 

Jesus  t  Lamb  of  God !  for  me R.  Palmer.  652 

Jesus  !  let  thy  pitying  eye C.  Wesley.  638 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory! J.  J.  Cummins.  014 

Jesus,  Lord !  we  look  to  thee C.  Wesley.  1175 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul! C.  Wesley.  799 

951 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Jcsua,  Master  of  the  feast ! C.  Wesley.  694 

Jesus  I  merciful  and  mild T.  Hastings.  902 

Jesus,  my  All,  to  heaven  is  gone J.  Cennick.  673 

Jesus  I  my  heart  within  me  burns Ji.  Palmer.  709 

Jesus,  my  Lord!  how  rich  thy  grace  .    .     .    .  P.  Doddridge.  1209 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  chief  Delight!     ....     B.  Beddome.  766 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All! JI.  Collins.  2S4 

Jesus,  my  Strength,  my  Hope! C.  Wesley.  925 

Jesus !  name  of  wondrous  love W.  W.  How.  794 

Jesus,  our  best  beloved  Friend! J.Montgomery.  1159 

Jesus,  our  Lord!  ascend  thy  throne I.  Watts.  517 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun /.  Watts.  1101 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us Jl.  Park.  714 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness!      .    .    .   C.  K.  Von  Rosenroth.  22 

Jesus,  the  Christ  of  God II.  Bonar.  514 

Jesus,  the  name  high  over  all C.  Wesley.  518 

Jesus,  the  name  I  love  so  well F.  Whitfield.  747 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend!  to  thee    .....    C.  Wesley.  014 

Jesus  !  the  very  thought  of  thee     ....   Tr.,  E.  Caswall.  731 

Jesus!  the  word  of  mercy  give C.  Wesley.  1131 

Jesus  !  these  eyes  have  never  seen Ii.  Palmer.  752 

Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend    ....    11.  Burnham.  623 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King! /.  Watts.  72S 

Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! It.  Palmer.  729 

Jesus  !  thy  blessings  are  not  few 7.  Watts.  573 

-Jesus !  thy  blood  and  righteousness   .    .    .      Tr.,  J.  Wesley.  816 

Jesus !  thy  boundless  love  to  me    ....      Tr.,  J.  Wesley.  775 

Jesus!  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes  .    .    .    W.  II.  Bathurst.  1224 

Jesus !  thy  love  shall  we  forget W.  Mitchell.  743 

Jesus !  thy  name  I  love Byte's  S.  Songs.  1005 

Jesus  !  we  bow  before  thy  throne   .    .    .     .    N.  S.  S.  Beman.  1226 

Jesus !  we  look  to  thee C.  Wesley.  75 

Jesus !  we  thus  obey C.  Wesley.  707 

Jesus !  where'er  thy  people  meet W.  Cowper.  127 

Jesus!  who  died  a  world  to  save W.  Hammond.  496 

Jesus!  who  knows  full  well J.Newton.  1023 

Jesus  !  with  all  thy  saints  above I.  Watts.  293 

Join,  all  ye  servants  of  the  Lord!     ....      Miss  H.Auber.  354 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come I.  Watts.  391 

Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day T.  Kelly.  792 

Judge  me, O  Lord!  and  prove  my  ways I.  Watts.  1070 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Miss  C.  Elliott.  670 

Just  as  thou  art,  without  one  trace Ii.  S.  Cook.  58-1 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things ! I.  Watts.  201 

Kindred  in  Christ !  for  his  dear  sake J.  Newton.  1181 

952 


INDEX   TO  HYMNS. 

HYJIS. 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong /•  Watt- 

Laborers  of  Christ!  arise Mrs.  L.  EL.  Sigourney.  12C1 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 1.  Watt-. 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love C.  Wesley.  603 

Lands  long  benighted!  the  morning  is    .    Songs  Jbr  the  Sane.  1115 

Lead  us.  heavenly  Father  !  lead  us     ....     J.  Eilmcstcn.  015 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise /.  Watts.  192 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join I.  Watts.  359 

Let  all  the  people  join Pretb.  CoU.  1302 

Let  every  creature  join L  Waits.  149 

Let  every  heart  exulting  beat.     .     .     .      Tr.t  J.  D.  Chambers.  2S9 

Lot  every  mortal  ear  attend /•   Watts.  564 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak I.  Watts.  21S 

Lot  everlasting  glories  crown /.  Watts.  373 

Let  God,  the  Father,  live I.  Waits.  150 

Lit  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art  .    .     .     Miss  C.  Elliott,  bzo 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say /.  Watts.  1053 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking J.  Montgomery.  13S3 

Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be /.  Watts.  1339 

Let  party  names  no  more B.  Beddome.  1171) 

Let  sinners  take  their  course 1.  Watts.  808 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky T.  Cotterill.  331 

Let  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  ! I.  Watts.  143 

Let  us  awake  our  joys W.  Kingsbury.  2G9 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue J.  Newton.  GS7 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice I.  Watts.  1202 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake P.  Doddridge.  1130 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleetiDg  hour Miss  A.  Steele.  1304 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord I.  Watts.  1353 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise B.  Wardlaw.  227 

Lift  up  yourheads,  ye  mighty  gates  !   Tr.,  Miss  C.  Winlacorth.  6U4 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  Fire! C.  Wesley.  92 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling     ....      C.  Wesley.  12j1 

Like  Noah'-s  weary  dove W.A.Muhlenberg.  862 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray /.  Watts.  443 

Listen,  sinner !  mercy  hails  you A.  Beed.  557 

Lo!  he  cometh,  countless  trumpets J.  Cennick.  14  j4 

Lo !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending    .     Cennick  $  Wesley.  1401 

Lo  !  God,  our  God,  has  come H.  Bonur.  4  2 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land C.  Wesley.  C43 

Lo!  the  mighty  God  appearing W.   Goode.  1402 

Lo!  what  a  glorious  corner-stone /.  Watts.  1     7 

Lo!  what  a  glorious  sight  appears I.  Waits.  1103 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight /.  Watts.  11G3 

Long  as  I  live,  I  '11  bless  thy  name /.  Watts.  213 

933 


INDEX  TO  HYMttS. 

ITYMS. 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound I.  Watts.  950 

Look  down,  O  Lord!  with  pitying  eye    .     .     .  P.  Doddridge.  1188 

Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  day   ....  W.  C.  Bryant.  1218 

Look  up,  my  soul !  with  cheerful  eye  .    .    .      Miss  A.  Steele.  819 

Look,  ye  saints  I  the  sight  is  glorious T.  Kelly.  509 

Lord  1  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee J.  II.  Gurney.  940 

Lord  I  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Bid  ....     E.  Smyth.  88 

Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Fill  .     .     .     .   W.  Shirley.  84 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost J.  Montgomery.  335 

Lord !  how  secure  and  blest  are  they I.  Watts.  850 

Lord !  how  secure  my  conscience  was I.  Walts.  336 

Lord!  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine S.  Davies.  1160 

Lord !  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  siu I.  Watts.  379 

Lord !  I  cannot  let  thee  go J.  Newton.  917 

Lord  I  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice I.  Watts.  362 

Lord !  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing  .    .     .    Miss  E.  Codner.  636 

Lord!  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear I.  Watts.  99 

Lord!  in  this  sacred  hour S.  G.  Bui  finch.  74 

Lord  !  it  belongs  not  to  my  care It.  Baxter.  833 

Lord  Jesus  I  are  we  one  with  thee J.  G.  Deck.  880 

Lord !  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went  ....     W.  Croswell.  126S 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar O.W.  Ilolmes.  1S8 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might   . H.  Stowcll.  348 

Lord  of  glory !  thou  hast  bought  us.     .    .    .    Mrs.  Alder  son.  1279 

Lord  of  my  life,  whose  tender  care "  Q  Chelsea."  1013 

Lord  of  our  hearts  !  beloved  of  thee E.Denny.  889 

Lord  of  the  harvest!  hear C.Wesley.  1138 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  !  hear  our  vows    .    .    .      P.  Doddridge.  46 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above! I.  Watts.  C5 

Lord  !  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly T.  Gibbons.  1236 

Lord!  take  my  heart,  and  let  it  be    ....     Tr..  J.  Wesley.  930 

Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright    .     .    .    .  J.  Montgomery.  934 

Lord!  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind  ..../.  Waits.  1191 

Lord!  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land  .     .     .    J.   Barlow.  1312. 

Lord !  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through  .    .    I.  Watts.  1072 

Lord!  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield   ....    J.  Newton.  641 

Lord!  thou  wilt  bring  the  joyful  day E.  Palmer.  144S 

Lord!  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray I.  Watts.  IS 

Lord  !  thy  glory  fills  the  heaven It.  Mant.  251 

Lord!  't  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand I.  Watts.  1185 

Lord!  'tis  an  infinite  delight I.  Watts.  1436 

Lord  !  we  adore  thy  vast  designs I.  Watts.  1059 

Lord  !  we  come  before  thee  now W.  Hammond.  89 

Lord!  we  confess  our  numerous  faults I.  Watts.  GS6 

Lord !  what  a  feeble  piece I.  Watts,  1370 

934 


INDEX   TO   KlWi 

1IYMX. 

Lord!  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace I.  Watts.  772 

Lord  !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this I.  Watts.  842 

Lord  I  what  our  ears  have  heard      ....      Salisbury  Coll.  1153 

Lord  !  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage I.   Witts.  892 

Lord  !  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys  .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  215 

Lord!  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high J.  Watts.  435 

Lord  !  when  we  bend  before  thy  throne   .     .     .    J.  D.  Carlyle.  110 

Lord  !  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire I.  Watts.  10S0 

Lord  !  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray  .     .     .     J.  Ii.  Wreford.  1304 

Lord !  with  glowing  heart  I  '11  praise  thee    .     .    .     S.  F.  Key.  250 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord I.  Watts.  102 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling C.  Wesley.  893 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned S.  Stennett.  528 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured -.J.Bart.  441 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour J.  Newton.  fcl 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  sing C.  Wesley.  161 

Mercy,  O  t!iou  Son  of  David  1 J.  Newton.  645 

Mighty  God!  while  angels  bless  thee      .     .     .     .  II.  Robinson.  304 

Mistaken  souls!  that  dream  of  heaven I.  Watts.  10S7 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire i".  Watts.  961 

More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ! Mrs.  E.  P.  Prentiss.  788 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb W.  B.  Collyer.  475 

Mortals,  awake!  with  angels  join S.  Medley.  394 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 77.  K.  White.  1001 

Music!  bring  thy  sweetest  treasures    ....     J.  Edmeston.  157 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone G.  N.  Allen.  838 

My  country!  'tis  of  thee S.  F.  Smith.  1297 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by D.  Nelson.  1459 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord! I.  Watts.  422 

My  drowsy  powers!  why  sleep  ye  so I.  Walts.  953 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee Ii.  Palmer.  1004 

My  God  !  accept  my  early  vows I.  Watts.  7 

My  God  !  accept  my  heart  this  day M.  Brydges.  635 

My  God  and  Father!  while  I  stray  .    .    .     .     Miss  C.  Elliott.  1058 

My  God  !  and  is  thy  table  spread P.  Doddridge.  721 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love I.  Watts.  4 

My  God!  how  wonderful  thou  art F.  W.  Faber.  195 

My  God  !  is  any  hour  so  sweet Miss  C.  Elliott.  884 

My  God,  my  Father !  blissful  name  .     .     .    .     Miss  A.  Steele.  1049 

My  God,  my  King  !  thy  various  praise I.  Watts.  177 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love! I.  Watts.  783 

My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love! I.  Watts.  loo 

My  God!  Oh  !  could  I  make  the  claim  .     .    .     Miss  A.  Steele.  629 

My  God!  permit  me  not  to  be I.  Watts.  8S7 

My  God !  permit  my  tongue I.  Watts.  864 

953 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

hymn. 

My  God!  the  covenant  of  thy  love    ....    P.  Doddridge.  1033 

My  God  I  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys I.  Watts.  758 

My  God  I  thy  boundless  love  I  praise H.  More.  190 

My  God !  >t  is  to  thy  mercy-seat Miss  A.  Steele.  1034 

My  gracious  Lord  I  I  own  thy  right  ....    P.  Doddridge.  725 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love B.  Francis.  778 

My  Helper,  God  I  I  bless  his  name     .    .    .    .    P.  Doddridge.  1323 

My  Hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou  .     Coke  tf  Asbury's  Coll.  904 

My  Jesus!  as  thou  wilt Tr.,,7.  Borthwich.  1006 

My  Lord !  how  full  of  sweet  content IV.  Cowper.  836 

My  Lord,  my  God,  my  Love! Lyra  Catholica.  784 

My  Maker  and  my  King! Miss  A.  Steele.  239 

My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show I.  Watts.  220 

My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here       .     .     .   II.  F.  Lyte.  991 

My  Saviour !  I  am  thine P.  Doddridge.  835 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend ! I.  Watts.  229 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord I.  Watts.  812 

My  Shepherd's  name  is  Love E.  F.  Hatfield.  805 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need I.  Watts.  823 

My  soul !  be  on  thy  guard G.  Heath.  960 

My  soul !  come  meditate  the  day I.  Watts.  1337 

My  soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands    .    .  Mrs.  G.  W.  Hinsdale.  817 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord J.  Mason.  330 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight     .......  I.  Watts.  685 

My  soul !  how  lovely  is  the  place 1.  Watts.  Ill 

My  soul !  repeat  his  praise I.  Watts.  1014 

My  soul,  triumphant  in  the  Lord P.  Doddridge.  837 

My  spirit  longs  for  thee J.  Byrom.  869 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone I.  Watts.  813 

My  spirit  on  thy  care H.  F.  Lyte.  810 

My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower  skies I.  Watts.  873 

My  times  are  in  thy  hand W.  F.  Lloyd.  1025 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy B.  Beddome.  1030 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came 7".  Watts.  1031 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands I.  Watts.  466 

Nearer,  my  God!  to  thee Mrs.  S.  F.  Adams.  911 

New  every  morning  is  thy  love J.  Keble.  3 

No  more,  my  God  !  I  boast  no  more I.  Watts.  671 

Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard I.  Walts.  1429 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts I.  Watts.  441 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth I.  Watts.  387 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  meu I.  Watts.  583 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord I.   Watts.  1106 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes /.   Watts.  866 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme M.  Madan  (?),  596 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Now  be  uiy  heart  inspired  to  sing I.  Watts.  418 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner T.  Hastings.  1110 

Now,  by  the  love  of  Christ,  my  God /.  Watts.  11S2 

Now  faintly  smile  day's  hasty  hours    .     .     .     Miss  A.  Steele.  1331 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise /.  Watts.  483 

Now,  from  labor  and  from  care T.  Hastings.  21 

Now,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts J.  Mason.  16 

Now,  gracious  Lord!  thine  arm  reveal J.  Newton.  132J 

Now  I  have  found  a  Friend II.  Hope.  669 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart Miss  A.  Steele.  663 

Now,  in  parting,  Father  1  bless  us H.  Bonar.  712 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time J.  Dobell.  548 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King!     ....      O.  Heginbotham.  367 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey  .....  P.  Doddridge.  524 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive   ....   P.Doddridge.  1135 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime T.  Gibbons.  1444 

Now  let  our  voices  join P.  Doddridge.  859 

Now  may  He.  who  from  the  dead J.  Newton.  03 

Now,  my  soul !  thy  voice  upraising.    .    .      Tr.,  H.  W.  Baker.  437 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song I.  Watts.  285 

Now  totbe  Lord,  that  makes  us  know I.  Watts.  537 

Now  to  thy  sacred  house T.  Dwight.  67 

Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme I.  Watts.  534 

O  blessed  Sun  !  whose  splendor Tr.,  P.  Massie.  785 

O  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given Tr.,  P.  Palmer.  696 

,jD  Christ,  our  Hope,  our  hearts'  Desire  ! .     .  Tr.,  J.  Chandler.  521 

'*%  Christ,  our  King,  Creator,  Lord !     .    .     .     Tr.,  P.  Palmer.  282 

O  Christ,  the  Lord  of  heaven !  to  thee    ....    P.  Palmer.  283 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness  I C.  Wordsworth.  60 

O  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  I     ....      Hymnal  Noted.  1166 

O  God  of  Abraham !  hear T.  Hastings.  1153 

O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand P.  Doddridge.  941 

O  God  of  hosts,  the  mighty  Lord  I N.Tate.  109 

O  God  of  mercy !  hear  my  call I.  Walts.  624 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace ! Till.  Hymns.  1238 

O  God  !  thou  art  my  God  alone J.  Montgomery.  853 

O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near ! E.  Osier.  742 

O  God !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess    .    .    .    Tate  and  Brady.  210 

O  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high I.  Watts.  877 

O  holy,  holy',  holy  Lord  I J.W.  Eastburn.  134 

O  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen  I Miss  C.  Elliott.  1057 

O  Holy  Spirit!  come O.Allen.  338 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  love! W.J.E.L .  332 

O  Jesus,  bruised  and  wounded  more    .  Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander.  726 

O  Jesus,  full  of  grace ! C.  Wesley.  9U3 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

O  Jesus,  Jesus,  clearest  Lord ! F.  W.  Faber.      754 

O  Jesus!  King  most  wonderful  I  ....  Tr.,  E.  Caswall.  732 
O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace    ....  Tr.,  J.  Chandler.        13 

O  Jesus !  sweet  the  tears  I  shed R.  Palmer.      447 

O  .Jesus!  thou  the  beauty  art Tr.,  E.  Caswall.      733 

O  Lamb  of  God !  still  keep  mo T.  G.  Deck.     904 

O  Lord  !  another  day  is  flown IT.  K.  White.      112 

O  Lord  !  how  happy  should  we  be J.  Austin.    1008 

<)  Lord!  how  joyful 't  is  to  see Tr.,  J.  Chandler.    11S3 

O  Lord  !  I  would  delight  in  thee J.  Ryland.      829 

O  Lord  !  in  sorrow  I  resign Tr.,  IP.  Cowper.    1009 

O  Lord!  my  best  desire  fulfill W.  Cowper.    1023 

O  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea  1  .    .    .    C.  Wordsworth.    1272 

O  Lord,  our  God !  arise R.   Wardlaw.    1256 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King! I.  Watts.      242 

O  Lord !  thy  perfect  word B.  Beddome.      351 

O  Lord  !  thy  work  revive Mrs.  P.  II.  Brown.    1196 

O  Love  divine !  how  sweet  thou  art C.  Wesley.      777 

O  Love  divine!  what  hast  thou  done C.    Wesley.      590 

O  Love !  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high  I .    .     .J.M.  Keale.      535 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! D.  Dicjfmi.    1438 

O  my  soul !  what  means  this  sadness J.  Fawcett.      985 

O  paradise  eternal ! T.  Davis.    1450 

O  paradise !  O  paradise ! F.  W.  Faber.    1443 

O  sacred  head,  now  wounded  ....  Tr.,  J.  W.  Alexander.      439 

O  Saviour,  who  didst  come Songs  for  the  Sane.      811 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God! J.Montgomery.    12m 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows    ...     .  T.  Ilaweis.*  1040 

O  thou  God,  who hearest  prayer! J.  Conder.      635 

O  Thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  .    Parkinsons  Sel.      992 

O  Thou,  that  hearest  prayer ! J.  Burton.    1217 

O  Thou,  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith  !     .     .  A.  M.  Toplady.      642 

O  Thou,  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry! /.  Watts.      610 

O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend!  .  .  .  Miss  C.  Elliott.  971 
O  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight .  .  .  .  Tr.,  J.  Wesley.  927 
O  Thou,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear !  ....  T.Moore.  1051 
O  Thou,  whose  mercy  guides  my  way !  ....  J.  Edmeston.  1044 
O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands  .  .  W.  C.  Bryant.  1289 
O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears    ....    Miss  A.  Steele.      621 

O  Zion!  tune  thy  voice P.Doddridge.    1111 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness W.  Williams.    1247 

O'er  the  realms  of  pagan  darkness T.  Cotterill.    1248 

O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe Tr.,  E.  Caswall.      445 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know /.  Watts.      771 

Oh !  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! /.  Watts.      237 

Oh  !  blessed  soul?  arc  they /.  Watts.      607 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Oh  I  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile   .    .    .     F.  W.  Fabcr.  404 

Oh !  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  Bing  ......    N.  Tate.  103 

Oh!  could  I  find  from  day  to  day B.Cleveland.  87G 

Oh  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth     .    .    .     S.  Medley.  770 

Oh!  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly  .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  832 

Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God W.  Coicper.  915 

Oh !  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink     .    .    .    W.  H.  Bathurst.  S.'iO 

Oil !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day J.  Hart.  010 

Oh!  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God C.  Wesley.  930 

Oh!  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy I.  Watts.  4*9 

Oh  I  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray Miss  A.  Steele.  888 

Oh  1  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing C.  Wesley.  519 

Oh !  for  an  overcoming  faith I.  Wafts.  KH9 

Oh !  for  that  tenderness  of  heart C.  Wesley.  630 

Oh !  for  the  death  of  those Chh.  Psalmody.  1390 

Oh !  for  the  happy  hour G.  W.  Bethune.  1197 

Oh  I  for  the  robes  of  whiteness  ....     Miss  C.  L.  Smith.  903 

Oh  1  gift  of  gifts  I  Oh  1  grace  of  faith  .    .    .    .     F.  W.  Faber.  070 

Oh  !  had  I,  my  Saviour  f  the  wings  of  a  dove  .    .   77.  F.  Lyte.  1370 

Oh  !  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice  .    .    .    .  P.  Doddridge.  1157 

Oh  !  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy J.  Xeedham.  084 

Oh  !  how  I  love  thy  holy  law I.  Watts.  3G1 

Oh  I  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe 7.  Watts.  955 

Oh  !  let  me,  heavenly  Lord  1  extend J.  Merrick.  1358 

Oh  I  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed    .    .    .    .   J.  Fawcett.  9-14 

Oh !  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 1.  Watts.  890 

Oh  1  praise  our  God  to-day 77.  W.  Baker.  1203 

Oh  !  praise  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  your  glad  voice    .  N.  Tate.  08 

Oh  1  sing  "  Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord  "  .  E.  F.  Ilatfield.  263 

Oh  !  sing  to  me  of  heaven Mrs.  M.  S.  B.  Dana.  ll'.o 

Oh !  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above Ji.  Palmer.  1150 

Oh  1  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell A.  Peed.  770 

On  I  that  I  knew  the  secret  place I.  Watts.  919 

Oh!  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone C.Wesley.  013 

Oh  !  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  ....    7.  Watts.  938 

Oh  I  that  the  Lord's  salvation 77.  7\  Lyte.  1241 

Oh!  that  thou  wouldst,  the  heavens  rent  .    .     .    .  C.  Wesley.  G19 

Oh!  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 7.  Watts,  mi 

Oh!  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys J.  Watts.  289 

Oh !  turn  ye,  Oh  !  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ?  .    J.  Hopkins.  004 

Oh  !  't  was  a  joyful  sound  to  hear N.  Tate.  90 

Oh!  what  a  lonely  path  were  ours E.Denny.  834 

Oh  !  what  amazing  words  of  grace S.  Medley.  665 

Oh!  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 77.  W.  Baker.  1022 

Oh!  what  stupendous  mercy  shines    ....    J.  Hippo n  (?).  V!7-', 

Oh !  where  arc  kings  and  empires  now  .    .    .    .  A.  C.  Coxe.  1107 

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INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Oil !  where  is  now  that  glowing  love T.  Kelly.  1189 

Oh  I  where  shall  rest  be  found J.  Montgomery.  007 

Oh !  worship  the  King,  all-glorious  above  .    .     .    .  R.  Grant.  202 

On  God  the  race  of  man  depends I.  Watts.  1319 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand S.  Stennett.  1430 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing T.  Kelly.  1250 

On  this  day,  the  first  of  days H.  W.  Baker.  40 

On  thy  church,  O  Power  divine Miss  H.  Auber.  1208 

On  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount T.  Gibbons.  572 

Once  more,  before  we  part J.  Hart.  78 

Once  more,  my  soul  I  the  rising  day I.  Watts.  14 

Once  more  the  solemn  season  calls     .    .    .    Tr.,  W.  Mercer.  1311 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God J.  Ilart.  Ill 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children.    .    .       Union  Hymns.  1314 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought Miss  P.  Cary.  14C1 

One  there  is,  above  all  others J.  Newton.  780 

Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven    .     .  Mrs.  L.  H.  Sigourney.  1238 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground.     .  Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  872 

Our  glorious  home  above D.  T.  K.  Drummond.  1418 

Our  God,  our  Help  in  ages  past /.  Watts.  1338 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls P.  Doddridge.  8G8 

Our  heavenly  Father  1  hear J.Montgomery.  924 

Our  land,  with  mercies  crowned E.  T.  Winkler.  1300 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead C.  Wesley.  480 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit H.Miller.  1109 

Out  of  the  depths  of  woe J.  Montgomery.  957 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright      ....     J.  Montgomery.  1415 

Pass  away,  earthly  joy  I Mrs.  H.  Bonar.  001 

Peace !  't  is  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand    ...   P.  Doddridge.  1352 

People  of  the  living  God! J.Montgomery.  1170 

Permit  me.  Lord!  to  seek  thy  face     .    .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  874 

Pilgrim  !  burdened  with  thy  sin G.  Crabbe.  593 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine S.  F.  Smith.  1103 

Pleasant  arc  thy  courts  above H.  F.  Lyte.  895 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair /.  Watts.  527 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high J.  Montgomery.  1125 

Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid I-  Watts.  181 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  glories  show II.  F.  Lyte.  257 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  power  confess  .     .     .     .   W.  Wrangham.  250 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above  .     .     .    .  A.  M.  Toplady.  100 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens !  adore  him  .  John  Kempthorne.  249 

Praise  the  Saviour!  all  ye  nations  1  .    ....     B.  Francis.  1280 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise    .     .     Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld.  1291 

Praise  to  God,  who  reigns  above R.  M.  Benson.  301 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator! J.  Fawcett.  155 

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INDEX  TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

Traise  ye  Jehovah's  name W.  Goode.  2GG 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choirs! I.  Watts.  208 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man     .    .    .    .  B.  Beddome.  935 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire     .    .    .    .  J.  Montgomery.  933 

Pris'ners  of  sin  and  Satan  too J.  Hoslcins.  580 

Proclaim  the  lofty  praise Urwiclc's  Coll.  299 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus !  at  thy  feet S.  Stennett.  628 

Quiet,  Lord  1  my  froward  heart J.  Newton.  898 

Raise  thee,  my  soul  I  fly  up  and  run I.  Watts.  1439 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs I.  Watts.  545 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers !    .    .    .    .    Tr.%  Miss  J.  Borfhwick.  1455 

Rejoice  in  Jesus'  birth C.  Wesley.  407 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King C.  Wesley.  501 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous !  in  the  Lord I.  Watts.  217 

Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high 7.  Watts.  488 

Remember  thee,  remember  Christ     .    .    .    .    R.  Wardlaw.  741 

Repent  !  the  voice  celestial  cries P.  Doddridge.  575 

Rest  from  thy  labor,  rest J.  Montgomery.  1136 

Return,  my  roving  heart!  return P.Doddridge.  9G7 

Return,  O  God  of  love !  return I.  Watts.  947 

Return,  O  wanderer !  return W.B.  Collyer.  587 

Revive  thy  work,  O  Lord  I A.  Midlane.  1195 

Ride  on,  ride  on,  in  majesty H.  H.  Milman.  401 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror  I  rise S.  E.  Brydges.  499 

Rise,  my  soul !  and  stretch  thy  wings    .    .    .     P.  Seagrave.  907 

Rise,  O  my  soul  1  pursue  the  path J.  Needham.  845 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me! A.  M.  Toplady.  697 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ! J.  Edmeston.  1245 

Safely  through  another  week J.  Newton.  37 

Saints!  with  pious  zeal  attending J.Taylor.  253 

Salvation!  Oh!  the  joyful  sound I.  Watts.  558 

Saviour !  breathe  an  evening  blessing  .    .    .     J.  Edmeston.  26 

Saviour!  I  follow  on C.  S.  Robinson.  912 

Saviour  I  like  a  shepherd  lead  us Union  Hymns.  1313 

Saviour  1  sprinkle  many  nations A.  C.  Coxe.  1239 

Saviour !  teach  me,  day  by  day  .    .     M.  E.  S.  S.  Hy.  Book.  791 

Saviour!  thyself  tome  reveal C.Wesley.  878 

Saviour!  visit  thy  plantation J.Newton.  1198 

Saviour  !  when, in  dust  to  thee R.  Grant.  631 

Say,  sinner!  hath  a  voice  within    .    .    .     Mrs.  A.  B.  Hyde.  5S2 

See,  from  Z  ion's  sacred  mountain T.Kelly.  1253 

See,  gracious  God !  before  thy  throne     ...  Miss  A.  Steele.  1310 

See,  how  great  a  flame  aspires C.  Wesley,  1205 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand     ....  P.  Doddridge.  1145 

See,  Oh !  see  what  love  the  Father     .    .    .    .Tr.,  R.  Massie.  713 

See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph  .    .    C.  Wordsworth.  497 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand J.  Conder.  1209 

See,  what  a  living  stone /.  Watts.  1095 

Servant  of  God!  well  done! J.Montgomery.  1137 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  life  and  light! T.  D wight.  1390 

Shall  we  go  on  to  sin .J.  Watts.  959 

Shepherd  of  Israel !  bend  thine  ear  .    .    .    .  P.Doddridge.  1126 

Shepherd  of  Israel !  thou  dost  keep  ....  P.  Doddridge.  1123 

Shepherd !  with  thy  tenderest  love    .    .  Songs  for  the  Sane.  798 

Shepherds  I  hail  the  wondrous  stranger  [Am.]  Chn  Psalmist.  410 

Shine,  mighty  God!  on  Zion  shine I.  Watts.  1232 

Show  pity.  Lord!  O  Lord!  forgive I.  Watts.  382 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time J.  Hervey.  1046 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear J.  Bcrridge.  1306 

Sing,  all  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord!    .    .    .    .P.Doddridge.  843 

Sing,  my  tongue !  the  Saviour's  glory    .    .     Tr.,  E.  Caswall.  438 

Sing,  O  heavens !  O  earth !  rejoice    .    .    .  J.  S.  B.  Monsell.  476 

Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise T.  Kelly.  270 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song J.  S.  B.  Monsell.  183 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name I.  Watts.  207 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might H.  F.  Lyte.  72 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands I.  Watts.  1234 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts ! I.  Watts.  203 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord! P.Doddridge.  843 

Sinner !  Oh !  why  so  thoughtless  grown    ....    7.  Watts.  588 

Sinners !  the  voice  of  God  regard J.  Fawcett.  574 

Sinners!  turn,  why  will  ye  die? C.  Wesley.  594 

Sinners !  will  you  scorn  the  message J.Allen.  556 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower  ....  Miss  A.  Steele.  1366 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express J.  Watts.  855 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray S.  F.  Smith.  42 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day G.  W.  Doane.  23 

Soldiers  of  Christ!  arise C.Wesley.  1260 

Soldiers  of  the  cross !  arise W.  JI.  How.  1212 

Something  every  heart  is  loving G.  Tersteegen.  782 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises J.  Newton.  997 

Son  of  God !  to  thee  I  cry R.  Mant.  899 

Songs  anew  of  honor  framing W.  Goode.  1252 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong I.  Watts.  216 

Sengs  of  praise  the  angels  sang     .    .    .    .    J.  Montgomery.  258 

Sons  of  men !  behold  from  far C.  Wesley.  405 

Sons  of  Zion!  raise  your  songs T.Kelly.  506 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say I.  Walts.  1037 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise     .....  Pratt's  Cull.  1231 
962 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HTMX. 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad •    .    T.  Kelly.  1254 

Sovereign  of  worlds!  display  thy  power    .    .   B.  n.  Draper.  1225 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all  I T.  Raffles.  632 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies .' J.  Ryland.  800 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed J.  Montgomery.  1202 

Spirit  divine!  attend  our  prayers A.  Reed.  324 

Spirit !  leave  thy  house  of  clay J.  Montgomery.  13S0 

Spirit  of  faith !  come  down C.  Welsey.  336 

Spirit  of  holiness  !  look  down W.  H.Jiathurst.  327 

Spirit  of  peace  and  holiness S.  F.  Smith.  1128 

Spirit  of  power  and  might !  behold  .    .    .     J.  Montgomery.  329 

Spirit  of  power  and  truth  and  love    .    .    .  W.  L.  Alexander.  310 

Spirit  of  truth !  on  this  thy  day R.  Hcber.  322 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord J.  Montgomery.  240 

Stand  up,  my  soul!  shake  off  thy  fears I.  Watts.  847 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus G.  Dufficld.  1240 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit!  stay C  Wesley.  615 

Still,  still  with  thee,  my  God J.D.Burns.  33 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  !  that  use  to  rise    ...  7.  Watts.  1345 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  403 

Stricken,  smitten  and  afflicted T.  Kelly.  433 

Suffering  Son  of  man  t  be  near  me C.  Wesley.  432 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear  I J.  Keble.  11 

Sure,  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh Miss  A.  Steele.  1073 

Sure,  there  's  a  righteous  God I.  Watts.  1010 

Surely,  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne  .     .    .    .A.  M.  Toplady.  443 

Sweet  and  holy  is  the  place T.  Hastings.  91 

Sweet  feast  of  love  divine E.  Denny.  708 

Sweet  as  the  shepherd's  tuneful  reed     ....    IF.  Shirley.  589 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer .  Miss  F.  Crosby.  882 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve J.  Edmeston.  54 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace I.  Watts.  234 

Sweet  is  the  work, my  God, my  King! I.  Watts.  43 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord! Miss  IT.  Auber.  35 

Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh G.M .  1441 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest !  O.  Heginbolham.  963 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing J.  Allen.  640 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet G.  Burder.  1174 

Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt     ....    J".  Xewton.  943 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows     .    ....    J.  Xewton.  793 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song X.  Strong.  1293 

Take  me,  O  my  Father !  take  me R.  Palmer.  G37 

Take,  my  soul!  thy  full  salvation H.F.Lyte.  982 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! Plymouth  Coll.  1384 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days J.  Watts.  1336 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

IIYMN. 

Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name     .    .    .    J.  Montgomery.  1292 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come I.  Watts.  1393 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day W.Scott.  1410 

That  fearful  day,  that  day  of  dread    .    .    .  Tr.,J.  M.  Neale.  1411 

The  busy  scenes  of  day  are  fled Luth.  Coll.  12 

The  day  is  past  and  gone J.  Leland  (?).  31 

The  festal  morn,  my  God  1  is  come J.Merrick.  58 

The  gentle  Saviour  calls H.TJ.  Onderdonk.  1154 

The  glories  of  nay  Maker  God I.  Watts.  197 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise T.Olivers.  264 

The  God  of  harvest  praise J.  Montgomery.  1301 

The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge  ....    Miss  A.  Steele.  13G4 

The  God  of  peace,  who,  from  the  dead    ...     E.  T.  Fitch.  116 

The  God  who  reigns  on  high T.  Olivers.  205 

The  head,  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns     .    .T.Kelly.  529 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  1 I.  Watts.  308 

The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come M.  Bruce.  1350 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads.    .    .    .P.Doddridge.  5G6 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know I.  Watts.  371 

The  Lord  descended  from  above T.  Sternhold.  198 

The  Lord  1  how  fearful  is  his  name  1 /.  Watts.  205 

The  Lord !  how  wondrous  are  his  ways I.  Watts.  187 

The  Lord  is  King  1  child  of  the  dust  1 J.  Conder.  173 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I.   J.  Montgomery .  988 

"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !» T.Kelly.  470 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns.  And I.  Watts.  US 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His I.  Watts.  246 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare J.Addison.  821 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is I.  Watts.  809 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light I.  Watts.  108 

The  Lord  of  Sabbaths  let  us  praise   ....    S.  Wesley.  Jr.  53 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  clothed  with  might .    .     H.  K.  Wliite.  205 

The  Lord,  the  God  of  glory,  reigns    ....  Miss  A.  Steele.  167 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne     ....   I.  Watts.  1399 

The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall  quake     .../?.  Hcber.  1409 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine W.  Cowper.  1083 

The  man  is  ever  blest I.  Watts.  1091 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King H.  F.  Lyte.  221 

The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace I.  Watts.  484 

The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place    .    .    .    J.  Montgomery.  457 

The  morning  light  is  breaking S.F.Smith.  1243 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals J.  Newton.  123 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod N.P.  Willis.  1287 

The  pity  of  the  Lord I.  Watts.  1015 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love  : I.  Watts.  735 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn  .    .    .  Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander.  833 
964 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

The  royal  banner  fs  unfurled 7V.,  J.  Chandler.  448 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  car Miss  A.  Steele.  508 

The  solemn  service  now  is  done S.F.Smith.  1129 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high J.Addison.  174 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word W.Cowper.  357 

The  Spirit,in  our  hearts 77.  U.  Onderdonk.  517 

The  starry  firmament  on  high Ii.  Grant.  370 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears S.  Wesley. Jr.  490 

The  trumpet  sounds,  the  day  has  come    .    .    .  TV.,  77.  Anils.  1407 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  —  M  Escape  to  the,  Ii.  Burdsall.  GOfi 

Thee,  King  of  saints!  we  praise C.  Wesley.  709 

Thee,  thee  wc  praise,  O  God  1  and  own      .    .   E.  F.  Ilatfield.  133 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name  I I.  Watts.  1335 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Strength,  my  Tower!     .   Tr.?J.  Wesley.  77;'. 

There  is  a  blessed  home II.  W.  Baker.  1462 

There  is  a  dear  and  hallowed  spot      .    .    .  Sab.  Ilymn  Bool:.  45-1 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray  ....     John  East.  1428 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood W.  Cowper.  450 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands I.  Witts.  1423 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight I.  Watts.  1427 

There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear F.  Whitfield.  751 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 77.  F.  Lyte.  1042 

There  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace    .    .    .    .W.  Ii.  Tappan.  1422 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest W.  B.  Tappan.  1421 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part A.  Reed.  1343 

There  is  no  night  in  heaven Lyra  Any licana.  1419 

These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear    ...    77.  Bonar.  1440 

These  glorious  mind9.  how  bright  they  shine !     .    .  7.  Waits.  1432 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord!  we  love  .    .    .P.Doddridge.  40 

Thine  for  ever,  God  of  love Mrs.  M.  F.  Maude.  65-1 

Think,  O  ye,  who  fondly  languish W.  B.  Collyer.  1386 

This  day  the  Lord  hath  called  his  own    .    .  W.  77.  Bathurst.  47 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 7.  Watts.  49 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love I.  Watts.  375 

This  place  is  holy  ground J.  Montgomery.  1387 

This  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore  .    .    .    .    D.  Kelson.  1424 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore.  12.  Hebrr.  1379 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high Mrs.  E.  Toke.  471 

Thou  art  my  Tortion.  O  my  God! /.  Watts.  942 

Thou  art  the  Way,  to  thee  alone G.  W.  Doane.  430 

Tiiou  clear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb! J.  Cennick.  753 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height.     .     .  Tr.  J.  Wesley.  774 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose  ! C.  lTesley.  822 

Thou  Lamb  of  God  t  that  on  the  tree T.  Ilaiceis.  4-Jo 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above ,      B.  Beddome.  60S 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight Miss  A.  Steele.  76J 

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INDEX   TO  HYM2IS. 

HYMN. 

Thou  oa'.y  Sovereign  of  my  heart!      .    .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  815 

Thou  very  present  Aid C.  Wesley.  1024 

Thou,  who  art  enthroned  above! G.  Sandys.  41 

Thou,  who  didst  on  Calvary  hleed!     ....     J.D.Burns.  634 

Thou,  who  dost  my  life  prolong      ....     Chh.  Psalmody.  25 

Thou,  who  roll'st  the  year  around 12.  Palmer.  1334 

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above I.  Watts.  723 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word J.  Marriott.  347 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way,  Eng.  Bap.  Coll.  989 

Thrice  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord I.  Watts.  1276 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life N.Tate.  224 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same    .    .  Tate  <f  Watts.  212 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God  1 I.  Watts.  1355 

Through  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us T.  Kelly.  28 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on I.  Watts.  10 

Thus  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord I.  Watts.  1147 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  spake I.  Watts.  1230 

Thy  bounties,  gracious  Lord  1 jl/7ss  E.  Scott.  1265 

Thy  gracious  presence,  O  my  God  1     .    .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  1053 

Thy  holy  day's  returning It.  Palmer.  61 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord  I S.  Stennett.  1146 

Thy  mercy,  my  God  I  is  the  theme  of  my  song    .    J.  Stocker.  662 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord ! I.  Watts.  1096 

Thy  people,  Lord  I  who  trust  thy  word  ....    Mrs.  Voice.  1221 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God  I  afford J.  Fawcett.  126 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord! H.  Bonar.  1007 

Thy  way,  O  God !  is  in  the  sea J.  Fawcett.  1015 

'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know J.  Newton.  1090 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come I.  Watts.  814 

'T  is  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand  .     ...  7.  Watts.  1329 

"  'T  is  finished  I  "  so  the  Saviour  cried     .    .    .    .  S.  Stennett.  467 

»T  is  midnight,  and,  on  Olive's  brow  .    .    .     .  W.  B.  Tappan.  456 

»T  is  my  happiness  below W.  Cowper.  1002 

'T  is  pure  delight  without  alloy I.  Watts.  750 

»T  is  thine  alone,  almighty  Name E.  F.  Hatfield.  1305 

Time  is  winging  us  away J.  Burton.  1416 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race N.  Tate.  1257 

To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  peace Tr.,  E.  Caswall.  512 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice KenVs  Coll.  585 

To-day,  the  Saviour  calls Spir.  Songs.  549 

To-day,  thy  mercy  calls  me O.  Allen.  650 

To  God,  the  great,  the  ever-blessed I.  Watts.  11  SO 

To  God,  the  only  Wise I.  Watts.  300 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes I.  Watts.  820 

To  him  that  chose  us  first J.  Watts.  153 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord Miss  A.  Steele.  727 

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INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 

HYMN'. 

To  Jesus,  the  Crown  of  my  hope W.  Cowper.  856 

To-morrow,  Lord!  is  thine P.Doddridge.  1372 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  .    .    .    .      Miss  A.  Steele.  296 

To  praise  the  ever-bounteous  Lord      ....      J.  Keedham.  1328 

To  spend  one  sacred  day i".  Watts.  66 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour  I T.  Ilaiceis.  273 

To  thee,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Lord! .    .    .    O.  Hegiribotham.  824 

To  the  name  of  God  on  high //.  Bonar.  HI 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large .   J.  Merrick.  901 

To  thy  temple  I  repair J.  Montgomery.  90 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born M.  Bruce.  396 

To  whom,  my  Saviour  1  shall  I  go fill.  LTymns.  759 

To  your  Creator,  God Miss  A.  Steele.  218 

Trembling  before  thine  awful  throne  .    .     .    A.  L.  Hillhouse.  666 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head P.  Doddridge.  1102 

'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord I.  Watts.  339 

'T  was  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night I.  Watts.  722 

»T  was  the  commission  of  our  Lord I.  Watts.  1149 

United  prayers  ascend  to  thee W.  B.  Collyer.  1151 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill I.  Watts.  831 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  I I.  Watts.  1365 

Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high I.  Watts.  169 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes I.  Watts.  804 

Upward,  O  Lord  I  to  thee H.  Bateman.  789 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men I.  Watts.  390 

Vain,  delusive  world  I  adieu  1 C.  Wesley.  908 

Wait,  my  soul !  upon  the  Lord W.  F.  Lloyd.  1000 

"Wait,  O  my  soul !  thy  Maker's  will     ....      B.  Beddome.  1063 

"Wake  thee,  O  Zion  I  thy  mourning  is  ended    .    .    12.  Palmer.  1114 

"Wake  the  song  of  jubilee L.  Bacon.  1210 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night  I J.  Bowring.  1211 

Wayfarers  in  the  wilderness A.  12.  Thompson.  1460 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name  ....     J.  Montgomery.  1127 

We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord /.  Watts.  427 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God  I .     Songs  of  the  Church.  1054 

We  give  immortal  praise I.  Watts.  152 

We  give  thee  but  thine  own W.  W.  How.  1204 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee Wesley's  Coll.  32 

We  sing  his  love  who  once  was  slain 12.  Hill.  1391 

We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died T.Kelly.  538 

We  thank  thee,  Father!  for  the  day    .  Mrs.  L.  LT.  Sigourney.  56 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God C.  Wesley.  974 

Welcome,  days  of  solemn  meeting  .     .    .    .  Kyle's  Sp.  Songs.  85 
9G7 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


"Welcome,  delightful  morn  f  .... 
Welcome,  O  Saviour !  to  my  heart .  . 
Welcome,  sacred  day  of  rest  .... 
Welcome,  sweet  day,  of  days  the  hest! 
"Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest !  .  .  .  . 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer!  . 
What  are  these  arrayed  in  white  .  . 
"What  are  these  in  bright  array  .  .  . 
What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring  .  . 
What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  6hone 
What  is  life  ?  't  is  but  a  vapor  .  .  . 
"What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  .  .  . 
What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do  .  .  . 
What  sinners  value  I  resign  .... 
What  strange  perplexities  arise  .  .  . 
What  though  my  frail  eyelids  refuse  . 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet  .  . 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  I  .  . 
When  at  this  distance,  Lord  1  we  trace 
When  at  thy  footstool,  Lord !  I  bend  . 
When,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life  . 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind 
When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 
When  God  restored  our  captive  state  . 
When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 
When,  gracious  Lord  1  when  shall  it  be 
When,  his  salvation  bringing  .  . 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  .  . 
When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
When  I  view  my  Saviour  bleeding . 
When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay  . 
When  Jesus  left  his  Father's  throne 
When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still 
When  languor  and  disease  invade  . 
When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere 
When,  Lord!  to  this  our  western  land 
When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain 
When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 
When,  O  dear  Jesus  1  when  shall  I 
When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see  .... 
When,  overwhelmed  with  grief  .  . 
When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 
When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death . 
When  shall  the  voice  of  singing  .  . 
968 


Hay  ward. 
H.  Bourne. 
W.  Brown. 
S.  Browne. 
.  I.  Watts. 

W.  M . 

C.  Wesley. 
J.  Montgomery. 
.  I.  Watts. 
E.  Denny. 
.  T.Kelly. 
.  I.  Watts. 
.  I.  Watts. 
.  I.  Watts. 
S.  Davies. 
A.  M.  Toplady. 
.  W.  Cowper. 
.  J.  Addison. 
P.  Doddridge. 
.  IT.  F.  Lyte. 
W.  B.  Colly er. 
Miss  A.  Steele. 
.  W.  Cowper. 
.  Ii.  Grant. 
.  .  I.  Watts. 
.  .  I.  Watts. 
.  C.  Wesley. 
.  .  J.  King. 
.  .  J.  Watts. 
.  J.  Conder. 
.  .  J.  Watts. 
.  .  Ii.  Lee. 
.  T.  Gibbons. 
J.  Montgomery. 
.  .  T.  Campbell. 
A.  M.  Toplady. 
J.  Montgomery. 
II.  U.  Onderdonk. 
.  JI.  K.  White. 
.  .  G.T.  Noel. 
.  .  J.  Cennick. 
J.  Montgomery. 
...  7.  Watts. 
IJ.  H.  Milman. 
.  .  J.  Addison. 
.    J.  Edmeston. 


62 

681 


34 

647 
1413 
1412 

277 
429 
1382 
1162 

381 

1389 

1074 

29 

931 

225 

765 

612 
1342 
1351 

965 
1067 
1194 

683 

929 
1317 

835 
1011 

462 

717 
1277 
1143 

417 
1032 

424 
1214 

416 

1027 

57 

702 
1017 

999 
1400 
1244 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain C.  Wesley.  609 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise     .    .    .    .  Miss  A .  Steele.  820 

"When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies  .    .  W.  Shrubsole,Jr.  5 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge  I  shalt  come,  Mrs.  S.  Shirley.  640 

When  we,  our  wearied  limbs  to  rest N.  Tate.  1183 

When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul,  Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander.  532 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise I.  Waits.  1047 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise Miss  A.  Steele.  421 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands  .    .    .    .    M.  Bruce.  1064 

While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale    .    .     .    Miss  A.  Steele.  1330 

While  T  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way J.Newton.  1193 

While  in  sweet  communion  feeding E.  Denny.  715 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light T.  Dwight.  581 

While  my  Redeemer's  near Miss  A.  Steele.  808 

While  on  the  verge  of  life  1  stand P.  Doddridge.  1445 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by  night    .    .    N.  Tate.  397 

While  through  this  changing  world  we  roam,  J.  Montgomery.  846 

While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun    .    .     .    .    J.  Newton.  1333 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power  I    Miss  IT.  M.  Williams.  1033 

Who  are  these  that  come  from  far  ? T.  Kelly  (?)  1119 

Who  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit! "  Eriphas."  1249 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise /.  Watts.  675 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom T.  Kelly.  503 

Who,  O  Lord !  when  life  is  o'er Miss  II.  Auber.  1089 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place I.  Watts.  1078 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? /.  Watts.  8.34 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends I.  Watts.  1392 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls! I.  Watts.  571 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee I.  Watts.  951 

Why,  O  God !  thy  people  spurn  ? E.  F.  Ilatfield.  1309 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow    ....  Pratt's  Coll.  1350 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King /.  Watts.  954 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die I.  Watts.  1361 

Wide,  ye  heavenly  gates  !  unfold Miss  U.  Auber.  478 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue    ....    7.  Watts.  186 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh C.  Elvin.  617 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind I.  Watts.  946 

With  ecstasy  of  joy P.  Doddridge.  ^1112 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day Miss  H.  Auber.  50 

With  joy  we  lift  our  eyes T.Jervis.  71 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 7.   Watts.  428 

With  my  whole  heart  I  've  sought  thy  face    .     .    .    I.   Watts.  943 

With  one  consent  let  all  the  earth N.   Tate.  131 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear I.   Watts.  211 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud I.   Watts.  1326 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around Miss  C.  Elliott.  018 

969 


INDEX   TO   HYMNS. 

HYMN. 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament S.  Stennett.  627 

With  thankful  hearts  our  songs  we  raise  .    .  E.  Bickersteth.  1148 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels!  now B.  Beddome.  1164 

Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing E.  Osier.  255 

Worthy  the  Lamb  of  boundless  sway  ....      W.  Shirley.  2S6 

Wouldst  thou  eternal  life  obtain R.  Palmer.  570 

Ye  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne,  Miss  M.  De  Fleury.  857 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy! N.Tate.  244 

Ye  choirs  of  New  Jerusalem TV.,  R.  Campbell.  491 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion !  declare  have  ye  seen,  Parkinson's  Sel.  993 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men! J.  Boden.  592 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth!  adieu!  .    .    .    .   Miss  A.  Steele.  G90 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm! .    .    .    P.Doddridge.  SS2 

Ye  holy  souls !  in  God  rejoice I.  Watts.  193 

Ye  humble  souls  !  approach  your  God  .    .    .    Miss  A.  Steele.  232 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ Mrs.  Voice.  1140 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth !  rejoice I.  Watts.  171 

Ye  saints !  your  music  bring A.  Reed.  503 

Ye  servants  of  God !  your  Master  proclaim     .    .   C.  Wesley.  543 

Ye  servants  of  th' almighty  King! J.  Watts.  185 

Ye  servants  of  the  living  God !    .    .    .    .      W.  H.  Bathurst.  1203 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord .P.  Doddridge.  1141 

Ye  sinners !  fear  the  Lord T.  Dwight.  550 

Ye  sons  of  men!  with  joy  record      ....    P.Doddridge.  184 

Ye.  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord I.  Watts.  194 

Ye  that  in  his  courts  are  found! R.  Hill.  C01 

Ye  trembling  captives!  hear [S.]  Boyce.  546 

Ye  trembling  souls!  dismiss  your  fears    .    .    .  B.  Beddome.  1048 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam !  join I.  Watts.  243 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor!    .    .    .  Miss  A.  Steele.  561 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God!     .    .    .     O.  Heginbotham.  214 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose P.  Doddridge.  481 

Yes,  we  trust,  the  day  is  breaking T.  Kelly.  1251 

Your  harps,  ye  tumbling  saints ! A.  M.  Toplady.  861 

Zion !  awake,  thy  strength  renew     .    .    .    .     W.  Shrubsole.  1227 

Zion  is  Jehovah's  dwelling T.  Kelly.  1117 


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SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING,  &c. 


Number.                                                                                                      Pa'Je. 
29.  A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God  ;  Hymn M.  Luther 516 

16.  Awake,  awake;  put  on  thy  strength Isaiah  52 537 

22.  Baptismal  service 540 

12.  Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul  I Psalm  103 535 

17.  Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit ;  (The  Beatitudes.)  Matthew  5,  3— 12.. 538 

19.  Blessed  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel Luke  2,  29— 32 539 

1.  Blessed  is  the  man Psalm  1 530 

21.  Christ  our  Passover 1  Corinthians,  5 .....539 

27.  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit ;  Hymn . .  J.  Boxer  ing 544 

25.  Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  (Gloria  in  Excelsis.) 541 

4.  God  be  merciful  unto  us Psalm  67 531 

26-  God  of  my  life;  Hymn Charlotte  Elliott 524 

15.  He  is  despised Isaiah,  53,  3—6,  10—11 537 

10.  How  amiable  are  thy  tabernacles Psalm  84 534 

7.  It  is  a  good  thing Psalm  92 533 

13.  I  was  glad  when  they  said Psalm  122 536 

6.  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes Psalm  121 532 

28.  Lead  kindly,  light ;  Hymn J.H.Newman 545 

20.  Lord,  now  lettest  thou  thy  servant Luke,  2,  29—32 539 

5.  Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling  place Psalm  90 532 

11.  Make  a  joyful  noise Psalm  100 535 

9.  O  come,  let  us  sing Psalm  95 534 

2.  O  Lord,  our  Lord Psalm  8 530 

8.  O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song Psalm  98 533 

23.  Our  Father  which  art  in  (The  Lord's  Prayer.)  Matthew  6.  9— 13 540 

14.  Praise  ye  the  Lord Psalm  150 536 

18.  The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect Psalm  19,  7—11 53S 

3.  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd Psalm  23 531 

29.  Thy  will  be  done  ;    Hymn /.  Boicrinfj 545 

24.  We  praise  thee,  O  God !    (Tc  Dcum  ) Ambrose  (?) 542—3 

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